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Edna Floretta Nov 2017
Friday night and what to do
he can have any girl to *****
but his feet long for something new
beyond the old bip bam boo
Edna Floretta Nov 2017
alone at the table
waiting to be served
wearing a frown
still waiting
frown grows larger and larger
until a cookbook drops on my head
and out of my hat jumps a rabbit
and he does the tango with a chicken
who is running in circles screaming
the sky is falling
and I open the cookbook
and it is written in a foreign language
and I am sitting at the table waiting to be served
I am wearing a frown
a big, big frown
Edna Floretta Apr 2016
boredom is the moment
you start noticing
how your tongue
lays against your teeth
and the weight of the tongue
becomes heavy, akward, and
most uncomfortable.
Edna Floretta Apr 2016
my feet float above the floor,
and flowers fall like rain,
and furniture spins and dances
like fingers strumming a violin
strung from the moon,
my joy knows no gravity
my joy knows no gravity
my joy knows no gravity
Edna Floretta Apr 2016
I knew a **** who traveled
traveled far and near
liked to exit casually and slip out thru the rear

I knew a **** who traveled
and became so well known
that all the intellectuals
called him "art" when he was blown
Edna Floretta Apr 2016
connections
within the human mind
jump sluggish
as bull frogs
from lily to lily
until from malice or inspiration
it quickens like a raging fire
then darts feverishly between
thoughts and words
and moments of memory and recollection
sprinting so fast that the latter blurr
becomes an image of fantasy
Edna Floretta Mar 2016
With each kiss
He takes my soul
He owns me
And I no longer exist
Except as his servant
Edna Floretta Mar 2016
The moment, the day, the breath
Where everything you have known
Ceases to exist
The moment, the day, the breath
Waiting, dead, resurrection
The stupidity
The complete stupidity
Of a woman falling in love
Edna Floretta Mar 2016
He lays down **** like a shadow
Thrown by a movie spotlight
He eats passion like he is
******* the juices of the last peach on Earth
He walks proudly like a naughty child
Who made a clean escape
He talks integrity like a lion
With a human child in his mouth
He pushes imagination like
A clown in a silent temple
He lays down ****
And it’s all over me
Edna Floretta Mar 2016
He is dragging me by my feet
As I am plowing the earth with my fingernails
Burnt embers of dead relatives
Flint from my head

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