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Baked Peach Cobbler Windowed (Free verse) by horus8
{1} <she left the kitchen>
My uncle has gone
into a poking frenzy
Prodding me with the
stealth of a big cat
Wearing the red rubber
pull back for a hat
One dropper full
at a time please.
Leaning through my
island swamp sunken
on that green-covered
throne, there sits before
me someone who proves
I am never alone, snagged,
Just missing self control
Clung claws spurring.
{2} <without her apron>
I declare a righteous
appraisal, be it death
execution-style, let
me ask of you that
single wish, wash my
blood away with the
decent styles of
dial-up delivery.
I guess you don't
have to leave the
room ever again
Do you Fonzarelli?
The linoleum back
stroke was pure joke
Snagglepuss exits
stage left.
{3} <It smelled so good>
Cellular color transplanted
through the obedient leaf
Textured living fibers
are the fur on this peach
Tickling my nose. and
when I sink in my teeth
Cells begin to glow.
Your cells are content
when complimented by the
great and secret brown pull
Your best friend turtle
left you in the back of a
van after you shot up, first
thing out of Chino, heatstroked
you into the oblivion nod
your toothbrush and letters
in a paper bag next to you.
{4} <I had to take it>
I'm sorry you had to hear
your mother, my grandmother,
having sex at such a young
age that you thought her
screaming was out of fear
and pain, not pleasure,
but keep in mind you did
grow up to steal her
Cadillac about ten different
times, plus you bullit holed
the trunk over a sour deal.
Sleepwalking was worth it
again and again
the eye lids
right Uncle Don?
last night you came to me
in a dream and told me, to wake the
fuck up, before it was to late,
i did and tossed my spoon and rig
optioning for the pie in
the window instead.
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