Meats N Cheeses
Few years ago
I smashed two flies
engaged in aerial coitus.
Today, I poked their
corpse
Fell to the floor,
leaving a crust of
Love Gunk
Mixed innards, crushed
and united gonads.
One true love, for
all time, the only
evidence of which
is smeared on my
ceiling.
My momma was making
me a sandwich,
n' she heard a loud
spkat.
A mouse, caught
in the trap by
his tail.
Tossed it in the
street, let the
cats rip 'im up.
That was a damn
good sandwich
Who held the chisel
and carved the cliffs?
Wrong metaphor.
Rocks,
rolling droplets
of water
and time.
The first
Ménage à trois
Copyright © Samuel Durant | Year Posted 2014
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