I dream of
dolls
under my feet.
Their celluloid
heads
crackle and
crunch
as I walk over
them.
Their plastic
hair
tangles my
toes,
threatening to
trip me.
I wake,
terrified,
to find my
lover
shelling
walnuts
and my toes
wriggling
through the
holes in my socks.
Well I like the poem but the photo is just plain damn crEEpey............
ReplyDeleteI was hoping to strike a balance between Chuckie and Barbie..... [Did you ever see the Beatles cover of the Liverpool lads chopping up a bloody doll?]
ReplyDeleteYes. You've succeeded.
ReplyDeleteAnd yes. Must've been when they started "experimenting".... Record execs freaked out! That's cool.
Still...it's crEEpy.