Tuesday, December 16, 2008

Bluish-Orange Bumps

Bluish-orange bumps
Of spongy fungal matter:
Coffee-ground garden.

Today We Shall Feast

Today we shall feast.
Loaves of stale bread and hard cheese ~
Commodities came.

Crinkly Tin Pans

Crinkly tin pans
Hold frozen TV dinners.
Why bother to thaw?

Our Lunch-Plates, Licked Clean

Our lunch-plates, licked clean
By pink sandpapery tongues.
The gravy has fur.

Little Cylinders

Little cylinders
Of glistening silver
Grace the lawn. Beer cans.

Eight Months Pregnant

Eight months pregnant
Springtime brides blush prettily
Married at fourteen.

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Porch Rails Lean Gently

Porch rails lean gently.
A loose nail peeps out.
I’ll fix it next year.

Wintertime Coldness

Wintertime coldness.
Cold lard flakes delicately
From yesterday’s plate.

Crooked Yellow Teeth

Crooked yellow teeth.
Black gaps peek through lips, flirting.
We kiss. It is Spring.