"charbroiled" poems
bernie the cheese
collapsed at the side
of the road
his measured response depleted
he watches as she folds up
her neat and meticulously spelled words
plied on silver tongue into her rucksack
and through such ******* ********** of kings english
she entices him ever onward where
faint lines can be sought
and yet to be found
that echo the face of true madness
its laughing sweating continence
painted with watercolours and
can only be seen in the reflection of
a mirror reflecting another mirrors image
her face slowly releases its dire grip
and her eye looses it screaming aspect
as she finds herself alone on the ***** alleys cobblestones
the battered dumpsters spilling treasures for the divers to find
she begins to hum a beatles tune from '63
and fingers the lace shawl hiding her deformed mind
trying once more to capture that vast lost feeling from
girlhood that dances a
dubious little jig on her headstone of the heart
singing 'lookie here....look at whats buried here'
she remembers his face but not his name
he drove a silver buick with a skull painted on the hood
his blond features engraved in the notions
his words mixed with foul smelling chicken soup
he was a soup of the day in her salad years
bernie the cheese
chews on the charbroiled taste of his
blowup doll lover's lips and tries to say
the three magic words
'made in china'??
his own words spent he casts about
in terror for a phrase or two to quote from
the masters of deception
who gather round in long grey coats
sinister eyes on the fruits of his labour
their wooden faces warped by rain
their mouths only a dim perceived line of
mumbles written in childlike scrawl
on the backs of closet doors
we hide here because we cannot see
therefore we cannot be seen
you cant touch me because i cannot feel
they gift him at price unnamed some loose parable
naught more that glib reprise of his own perilous straights
his is the beast that labours in their stead
he is their human face
she is but the road they walk today
Nov 20, 2013
Nov 20, 2013 at 7:36 AM UTC
the fat boy with the ruddy red cheeks
waddled to the front of the counter
eyes shining with the reflection of the
brightly lit menu board above him,
he handed the cashier his crumpled dollar bills
and ***** pennies and eagerly awaited
the arrival of his beloved
it came on a tray, wrapped in thin yellow paper
breathing in the saucy aroma
he felt the corners of his mouth
begin to water with lust
seating himself at a hard plastic booth
he began delicately ********** his greasy lover
slight wisps of steam danced before him
as he surveyed the beauty that lay
seductively on the tray
in between those light tan buns
was charbroiled meaty delight
blanketed by melted yellow cheese
with ketchup and mayo dribbling down the sides
tangy onions and pickles shyly hid themselves
teasingly peaking out here and there
his thick fingers wrapped themselves
around the warm soft buns
bringing that juicy creation to
his wide open mouth
with a grunt and two large bites it was gone
his square teeth tore it apart
the chomping and chewing an opera
he breathed loudly
his eyes were slits of pleasure
as juices escaped and stained his pants
licking his fingers and sighing with satisfaction
the fat boy crumpled up the yellow wrapper
and tossed it in the trash
exiting the scene of his fast love.
Jul 19, 2012
Jul 19, 2012 at 7:51 AM UTC
Marshmallow soft-roasted
honey dew drops
fall from the
belly of the sky
deep within the depths of the one thing
we all
share
a great release is
brewing
let it rain let
it rain
May 13, 2016
May 13, 2016 at 1:32 PM UTC