fluffy,slightly crispy at
the edges
golden brown
warm
enticing aroma
wafting
through the windows.
Such a temptation.
It hadn’t been
easy
getting him
into the
microwave
but more than
worth the
effort.
* * * * *
ON THE CLOTHESLINE
Hanging upside down from the clothesline
the shirt looks homely and a little
ludicrous.
One could imagine all the blood rushing to
the collar and the shirt crying out (just
in fun) Ok, I’ll talk, I’ll talk, let
me down now, or simply
flapping in the breeze
welcoming,
hi there
hello.
Or the spirit of the shirt flowing, dripping
down from the gaping collar onto
the ground, the soul just pouring
itself out, leaving behind
an empty and lifeless
freshly laundered
poly-cotton
shell.
* * * * *
WATERMELON
Ruby red watermelon
pulped between Grandpa’s
gums –
the seeds he spits out cling
to individual blades of grass
just like
the fearful little parasites
they are.
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