Timmy Curran


The Plight Of A Vegetable - Poem by Timmy Curran

No way to know what
consequences will come
from a night on the ride
to endless outcomes
A shade of the future
unfolding from the eyes
distracting from the present
and it all comes as a surprise
You could bake them in butter,
add spices and cheese
Vegetables are essential
to the health of some beings
If they could complain
of a cold or long walk in the rain
Im sure they would utter a phrase
and I hear one racked with pain
I can´t lift a ciagarette,
grasp a fork or stub my toe
without knowing in my bones
that there is broken, young
soul, damned to live
at the bottom of a salad bowl

Topic(s) of this poem: miscellaneous


Comments about The Plight Of A Vegetable by Timmy Curran

  • Souren Mondal (11/9/2015 7:31:00 PM)


    'I can´t lift a ciagarette,
    grasp a fork or stub my toe
    without knowing in my bones
    that there is broken, young
    soul, damned to live
    at the bottom of a salad bowl'

    Very interesting lines and a really fresh perspective... Thank you for sharing Timmy...
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Poem Submitted: Monday, November 9, 2015



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