I’ve always written little poems down into various journals i’ve owned over the years. I’ve never really been serious about it, and it was more a way for me to vent rather than to create decent poetry. One of my inspirations for my poetry (and my art of course) was and is thee Mr. Tim Burton. I’ve already made a post about this incredible man, but this time i want to share one of his poems that i love, that belongs in a book of mine “The Melancholy death of Oyster Boy & other stories” Written and illustrated by Tim Burton.
The Girl who turned into a Bed.
‘It happened that day
she picked some strange pussy willow,
Her head swelled up white
and soft as a pillow.
Her skin, which had turned
all flaky and rotten,
was now replaced
with 100% cotton.
Through her organs and torso
she sprouted like wings,
a beautiful set
of mattress and springs.
It was so terribly strange
that I started to weep.
But at least after that
I had a nice place to sleep.”
Burton, T. (1997) ‘The Melancholy death of Oyster Boy & other stories’, New York, U.S.A, Harper Collins Publishers, Pg 59.