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Jun 2013 Mattea Marie

Raj Arumugam

all's hush and quiet
in the bathroom
and things start
to talk to one another

drip, drip, says the tap
brr, brr, says the window
hum, hum, says the pipe
tchk, tchk, says the shower

I've got the worst job round here,
whines the eloquent toothbrush

Oh, yeah? comes the reply
from the unassuming toilet roll

...so you think you've got the worst of life, do you?

Jun 2013 Mattea Marie

Shhhhh

Jun 2013 Mattea Marie

AJ

Shhhhh

If you get really quite
And lay down on a hill
You can hear the clouds talking.
They talk about being tired,
And wanting to take a rest,
About how guilty they feel for the hurricanes,
And how proud they are of that year's April rains.
And if you look real intently,
If look them in the eye,
With the courage of a teady bear colnel,
They might even look down at you
And smile.

Jun 2013 Mattea Marie

Granny Smith

Jun 2013 Mattea Marie

AJ

Granny Smith

Today I tried to eat an apple.
It was green and shiny,
And did not contain one of those worm holes.
You know,
The ones you see in the cartoons.
It was a very nice apple,
But, you see, no matter how hard I tried,
I could not enjoy it.
I do not like green apples,
And the apple cannot change that.
No matter how nice and shiny it is.
Only I can change that,
And I do not want to.
I do not like green apples.

Jun 2013 Mattea Marie

Little Boxes

Jun 2013 Mattea Marie

AJ

Little Boxes

I keep putting myself into a smaller box,
And then complain that I feel claustrophobic.
And I make the walls thicker,
And I make them sound proof,
And I make the doors increasingly harder to open.
And then I complain.
Because I put myself in a room with pictures,
But no windows.
I do it so that I can't see the present,
And I can't see the future coming.
All I can see is the past.
All I can see are pictures of my old boxes,
The bigger boxes.
Boxes that I could get out of.
I'm in one without a door right now.
I'm going to stay here for a very long time.