My Hog Named Blanche

Written by: Vincent Procopio

But, Blanche, you were much more
Than just a hog… much more

With harvest moon quivering,
Charging the cool autumn night

You are drenched
In delicious alien mystery

Sauntering around your muddy pen,
Confident, in control, full of barnyard sass…

Oh, Blanche, your beguiling black eyes
Beckoning

Drawing me into your muddy world
Your sensuality overpowering

I sleep in your filthy pen
Aghast and in love