"slicers" poems
The lames and children of the Lesser minds
are stirring, stirring, stirring
with paddles and ladles
with brooms and spoons
with knives and forks and slicers
with sticks and wooden mortars
with lean rods, brambles and twigs
Eagerly they stirred the cauldron
in demented exertions they huffed and puffed
Turn to the right turn to the left
one leg in and one leg out, we all turn around
we're stirring, we're stirring the *** they crowed
I looked into the ***
the *** was empty
I see nothing to stir
Nothing but hot air
nothing but hot air
What possesses lesser minds
into dances with the Gemini moons
The emperor's tailor
on yet another jape
Go on my puppets, stir that hotpot
I can sniff that delicious goulash aroma from 'where'
Dec 21, 2018
Dec 21, 2018 at 10:20 PM UTC
You came to me in a dream last night.
You stood there just as if you were the
Empire State building
My breath caught in my throat,
Like those pesky popcorn kernels.
My face bled all of its
Color away.
You kissed me without a sound.
Instead of your kiss exciting me,
It disgusted me.
I hated the taste
And the smell of you.
Deli meat filled my nose
And I almost fainted.
At one time I would have
flung myself off a cliff for you.
Now I would gladly
Sprint in the different direction.
You lose the right to come
to me in dreams
Or even touch me.
Just stop it.
You had tortured me enough.
Leave
Jun 4, 2016
Jun 4, 2016 at 7:21 PM UTC
The final frontier is the produce aisle
Deli slicers becoming sharper the longer the wait
A silhouette of man walks in...
He keeps his cigarette case beside a miniature purple *****
His hat real low, a tacky star fruit badge, and a belt of attendance awards
Always first in line
Buzzer calling for ticket number nine
His hand slowly draws for his concealed nine
Hand to hand and eye to eye
"The regular, gimme my cut, gimme the rolls, gimme the cheese"
Plastic bag with the goods
A slick crawl out of the store
Pulls out his bag to inspect the rolls
**** this is honey turkey!"
Aug 16, 2020
Aug 16, 2020 at 10:45 AM UTC