"succotash" poems
There's a funny sort of emptiness
that passes over me
as I walk past the paperback erotica that tuck themselves away
in the shelves of the local grocery store in places that are
simultaneously completely out in the open yet completely ignored
looking, as I do, with mock casual interest
and unfeigned disdain.
Who are these intended for, really?
Are they for the snuggly-wuggly, ***** cozy-woozy, wishy-washy and warm family of four
comparing chicken nugget prices and
weighing the health benefits of
vegetable medley versus succotash?
Or are they for the uni flatmates
walking huddled together for warmth or protection or both,
seeing as they're wearing only sandals and denim shorts
and this is the first time
they've been grocery shopping without mum,
that giggle loudly together to mask how homesick they really are
while they compare the calories in
Campbell's versus Progresso.
They went with Progresso if you were wondering.
Or are they meant for those who are cooking for one?
For those who have no need to compare prices
or calories
out loud.
For those who are well acquainted
with the old, familiar tiled aisles
as they have no one to take out to dinner.
Is this where they are to find company?
Betwixt the pages of a badly penned,
lighter than marshmallows,
more shallow than the kiddie pool,
more transparent than Casper,
not-good-enough-to-be-bloody-compost
"literary" garbage?
Is this -assumed- female
supposed to curl up with one of these slabs of drivel
and feel **** and aroused
in her baggy sweats and ill-fitting hoodie
after she ate a microwaveable chicken *** pie all by her lonesome?
As a single girl who often cooks for one,
I am offended by this.
Personally,
I think Lestat is ten times sexier than Edward,
Salai is way cuter than Fabio,
and Christian Grey couldn't S Mr. Rochester's D.
What I'm saying is-
Grocery Stores.
YOU are the primary reason for this pathetic f-ckery.
Everything else in the store can be compared for quality.
So why not apply that same knowledge
to the book arena.
Signed,
A Concerned Shopper
p.s. Please extend the validity date on the chicken *** pie coupon. Thank you!
Nov 1, 2013
Nov 1, 2013 at 10:57 PM UTC
He's a thundercrash thorncake
Can crush you with a handshake
Juicy as a rare steak
Feeds my dreams
Owns a chartreuse shotgun
Is taller than the noon sun
Has me coming undone
Licks my pain
He's a cyanide thrill ride
A rollercoaster landside
Likes it by the bedside
Fills my ache
I am his and he's mine
Like succotash and sunshine
Exploding like a landmine
Save our souls!
Nov 27, 2014
Nov 27, 2014 at 11:08 PM UTC
There's trouble growing in the garden
As the carrots make fun of those that are green
The potatoes are keeping their eyes out
Staring down those bleeding heart beets
Leaves of spinach are flexing their muscles
And of course the corn are all ears
Broccoli is green with envy
With the onions always in tears
The rhubarb has a thing for the strawberries
Can't seem to get along with anyone else
New to the winter garden which has the vegies talking
Not sure this frost will ever melt
The asparagus has been here forever
And the pole beans are always vaulting the fence
The lima's are out searching for the wisdom of the succotash
As the lettuce wonders where its head went
Yes there's trouble growing in the garden
Like we haven't all seen this before
The only time they get along is flash frozen and packaged
Chilling behind the grocer's freezer door
Oct 29, 2013
Oct 29, 2013 at 8:41 AM UTC
Does Queenie love Kingman?
Give it windfury.
Be my magnetic field.
The king and queen are but constructs
Roles they are forced into
Coercion. Co-optation. Join us
Tell us what to think
Tell us - tell them - how to love.
I won't listen as fully as the rest
I make my own definitions.
Succotash. Ketchup. Gluten.
Someone forgot the curds
Mark my words, Gilbert
The bras and kets will multiply tonight
Let's be a scalar
Let's make some sense of
the abstractions
Only
to
be
broken
again?
I crave not sense
I crave the electromagnetic field
Sense is the king
I want the prince
Feb 3, 2015
Feb 3, 2015 at 6:52 PM UTC
There's no pep in my step, no glide in my stride
The pain's agressed, all in due time
Seeping sinkholes, our pet peeves
Incorrigible succotash, your crows feet
Buy low end
Desire high end
Broken records
Break world records
That body slam has left me abatic
Tried being the better person, look what that did
A seismic toss cost me the use of my legs
I did my best, that's what they all say
Buy low end
Desire high end
Broken records
Break world records
Oct 20, 2014
Oct 20, 2014 at 3:05 PM UTC
she moves her mouth
wet lip chatter and eating
it makes me think
of her pinkish ****** lips
and her tender tawny ******
like a lollypop
a surprise tootsie roll center
with a urethral delicate opening
the **** eye
her pipsqueak fig staring myopically
a dark vulnerable miasma
it is the shape of gods 3rd eye
a material correspondence
to the heavens
not the sky that whistles through canyons
but the astral worlds of angelics'
a thanksgiving feast
of rebuked back door paradise
a glistening hemic muscle
vomiting stormy air
for my throbbing nightingale protuberance.
as it swells imperious *****
and raptures tight waving spasm's
from long smooth canoe strokes
squirting succotash and tadpoles
into her velvet
banana booth
chapel of ****
and greedy ache
smothers gloriously
this melodic snake
in her one eyed doll head
she smiles
i need it in the ***
and i asked
as it winked a drivel
dark floret
do you love me?
Jul 30, 2019
Jul 30, 2019 at 12:15 PM UTC
Yo
Fil -Am I am
Tho' that Uncle Sam
Is a pilfering kind of uncle,
I still believe in Love
Of Freedom rides
Of Lady Liberty's symbolic
Light
Burning brightest
A united flame...
Yo! Bro'
There's no need (yet so many do)
Have - nots hafta
Feed
All Walks
Long Roads
Home.
The seeds will sprout
Great roots / Evergreen
When we quench every thirst
With poetic Justice
Logic / Science / Reasoning
Truth.
Yo!
Now, Says we
No Underground or miners' sky of coal
Cuz hearth is home
Where the heart is strong,
(Where resides living souls)
A coat of amor of many hues
Of cotton--chain gang--rainbows
Of our bodies
Electric / this sojourn railroad
We dance
Deep down getting down
Blues / rhythm/ love on high
Every kind
Spectrums of hot jungles and purest light.
Sun tan and showers
Brought to you by the Maker
Of Sky...
Yo!
Joe, my bro', is not
No ******
G's / Living Proof
Peeps this
White wigs
My All American is multinational
(A Hero)
Youths
And fountains
A World of many nations
Toward one republic :
Mans Fire and Golden worth
(The future points to moot)
From soot or steep
Great Walls and Mountains'
Sherpa Buddhist peace
Rise from our only Earth
As we bask beneath
with all
The bounties of the Sun
We are Sam / I am you
And we are
One
together
Here the same
We are
American genomes
As for me, half breed
A Filipino and green
With Irish flame
"O-oh"
No shame in my game.
Yo! Americans
Be Thankful / you thinkers in kind
Mankind / Human
Down to the last
Past
Suffering,
Sufferage and Tribunes,
From melting pots
A succotash
What kind of American are you?
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*African American
Native American / Indian American-Hindi
Asian American
Irish / Italian American
Spanish speaking Mexican American
Japanese and Chinese American
Korean American
European / Candian / French American
Siberian / Slavic American
Middle Eastern / Arab American
All American Russian / Serian American
A cohabitat of all of us.
(A world of beautiful Mutts)*
Jan 17, 2017
Jan 17, 2017 at 10:33 PM UTC