Still thinking about experimental poetry.
HOLD THE MAYO
elevate the hips
elevate the mind
elevate the discourse
peas and cornbread
three seconds of thumb
soft brush across lip
across lip
oh, man…
most times apples are fine
but it would be nice to think you’re tempted
since temptation or is that flattery?
is the bread of life
she smiles
and he goes, “…”
and she goes, “…”
then she throws the whole bowl
and don’t ya know
the world shatters
bright blue pieces all that bleeding without feeling
in every direction
honeyhoneyhoney
don’t matter
I’ve got an emptiness in me
no lovin’ can fill.
but oh man
oh man
oh man are you tempted
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