a flower grows where the world explodes by Matthew Sharp your thoughts crossed my mind after the amnesia from gazing fades sight through burnt eyelids they'll grow back distraught insomniac watching for the alert hammer to smash my fingers and go buy band-aids and clothes in the future a flower grows where the world explodes i'll sit still for you there adapting to whats next before it does me 11/12/2007 Author's Note: Posted on 11/13/2007 Copyright © 2021 Matthew Sharp Member Comments on this Poem Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 11/13/07 at 05:23 AM You've got such a sharp wit that shows up in these things. I think that's most apparent in this one. Posted by Alison McKenzie on 11/13/07 at 05:50 AM Do you like it when someone else's thoughts cross your mind? I sometimes find it a bit intrusive. Posted by Kathleen Wilson on 11/13/07 at 06:29 PM Amazing...and especially for a carpenter... that "hammer" does not easily "smash" "fingers"--it must be some intensely wondrous "flower" that has planted its seed in your "exlodes"! Return to the Previous Page   pathetic.org Version 7.3.2 May 2004 Terms and Conditions of Use 0 member(s) and 2 visitor(s) online All works Copyright © 2021 their respective authors. Page Generated In 0 Second(s)