Phillip Garcia Poet Sonnet

My Ruby Sandals

I’d soon disappear were mine Dor’thy shoes,
Fitted glass-sandals in apricot hue,
When clicked together ask wearers to choose,
Any fantasized place where dreams come true;
Outer-space, maybe, might orbit me right,
Closer to heaven and farther from here,
And death-grips wouldn’t need strangle so tight,
Since each dimension should have a neck-spare;
Or destinations, perhaps less stupid,
Where bunnies lay eggs while fat-men drink milk,
And arrows find fannies noticed by Cupid,
Whose boxers are made from Italian silk.
 Nope, there’s no trouble afoot in my dome –
  I’m simply sayin’ there’s no place like home.


- Just a fruitful vent (no judging)  :)

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Daniel Turner October 2, 2016 at 9:36 PM I wanna go where bunnies lay eggs and fat men drink milk. You are correct though, there is no place like home. Phillip Garcia October 2, 2016 at 9:58 PM I read your comment to the melody of the Cheers theme song and suddenly felt as Shakespeare ready to conquer the world

Cheryl Hoffman October 2, 2016 at 9:21 PM I thought cupid was supposed to shoot you in the heart, lol! Creative and imaginative Phillip!:) Phillip Garcia October 2, 2016 at 9:23 PM Ha! Maybe that's where I went wrong to begin with

Eve Roper October 2, 2016 at 9:20 PM Philip, just venting :-) good write. Hugs Phillip Garcia October 2, 2016 at 9:23 PM I read on the internet that venting is a healthy exercise - so, I've knocked out both a bit of unhappiness AND any need to workout in the near future