Chainsaw Poetry

Chainsaw Poetry David J Walker The blum blum Purrr Blum blum Prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr Ignition of the Whirrrrrrrrrrrr into Action The attraction of A curio crowd Loud with big gulp glops of dripping snow cones drops melting on the summer mountain of a westbound sun they have all come to see me cut Poems out of Pine trees And catch prose In the breeze Of a hot grease Smelling salts Tourist trap gas station Not even On the map To some other destination The chain saw whine Drowns other sounds As I cut Four letter words That rhyme With Pine The blum blum Purrr Blum blum Prrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr Ignition of a blur of The naughtiest words Learned on the playground Found and impounded Into poetry As the parents hide the eyes Of the kids and stop and watch in shock At the artistry of Chainsaw poetry