Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Mr. Potato Heart

my heart is a pommeled thing
it resembles a mashed potato
no gravy no butter no chives
just the pasty starch of our lives
during the famine my heart disappeared
it would never pomme again I feared
the organ had barely pulse nor palp
the burning eyes, the tingling scalp
the brain's blue quest for oxygen and wonder
loins that long for blood and throbbing thunder
they rely on this potato goosed by a french fried brain
I won't entertain the idea of salad laced with pain
my heart is a fractured spud too weak to pout
but taters left in the dark eventually will sprout

"they rely on this potato goosed by a french fried brain "

yeow! what a line, eLRod... not to dis' yr pain but you know how to put a smile on Mr Potato Head!

the potato
could kill a nation
can feed a nation
but goosed, i guess, not

i think your more like an avacado.....rise Lrod....rise.....

I saw once a brain made by chewed bubble gum...

we are waiting to listen your violin now, l-rod!!!!!!!

a most interesting way to describe the amazing powers of rejuvenation, rebirth if you will....give the heart even a slim chance, and it will fool you every time.....its capabilities seem endless...I have seen the kindest expressions in my times of need, from people I never
could have believed had it in them...it's a real eye opener ...and a faith
rebuilder.....the same can be said for recovering from heartache....
the sprouting potato is excellent metaphor...

thank you guys for reading

I know they say that you can't get blood from a turnip
I wonder about a from a potato?

your potato appeals to me
my heart is a skinned knee,
a bruised rotten fruit

time for a bandaid and some
banana bread