Monday, August 25, 2008

Light Bright

Here comes gingham punk shine
and his militant apples
all in one gigantic pantsuit.
Known in certain circles as
King Crunk and Wallop,
you'll find animal fur on his impacted molars.
So I sliced his gums
and poured in honey butter and Listerine.
He was into it.
After dinner I stifled his moans with medicated powder
and a fist to the lymph node behind his knee
and damn it if he didn't burst into flames
filling the forest with the smell of roasting cloves.
Light bright, to those still wondering.

1 Comments:

Blogger Carly said...

I heard about you from the indiefeed.com performance poetry podcast.

I really like your style.

:)

10:22 PM  

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