Sore Toe

by Romeo Naces   Oct 29, 2011


My toe just stubbed
the stubborn
piano's iron foot.

It hurts like hell,
torments like a
cigarette butt.

Doc said: stay home,
don't walk, take a day
off or more.

I did, but now I'm
bored to death,
not only sore.

But boredom quickly
breeds some crazy
thoughts, you see.

Seems my easy chair
sits on me
uneasily.

Quite weirdly,
colors I now hear,
sounds I now see.

I ache to be
stirred as sugar
in hot coffee !

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  • 13 years ago

    by Brookexox

    Sugar. Yummy.
    I want to see sounds!
    How cool would that be?
    If not a little freaky...
    NICE.