Best Meats Poems

Forty years, Granddad had store.
Sold meat, ice cream, dry goods.
Meats made mighty fine sandwich.

He was old, bent over still
Doing his carving craft.
Had long-time customers. Some my
Dad delivered to them in his truck.

One customer Peg became Dad's lover 
And second wife of seven. I loved her....

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Life from a fish bowl
encapsulated ..above and  
behind the gilded dado's of peachy pink
and flannel-gray of San Fran's
Victorian Ladies

Life wrapped with the ledges and overhangs
and portcullis , frail, precious, half formed,
half crazed, oft newly born
each Lilliputian presence a sweet meat
inside their saccharin selves.

Life dawns,...

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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...

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My mouth salivates as the bacon sizzles in gram's old fashioned fry pan
Life complete, wonderful, for I like cooking for my children and my man.
Eggs will be last; they cook quickly, fresh ones, straight from the hen.
In joyful throes of cooking now, let this happy...

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she asked for a great thyme
a day for festvel and enjoyment
a day to marvel in the creativity
of love
and day for people to come together and celebrate the need
to love


she made beautiful drinks of
cucumber jucies and apple jucies
with strawberry jucies and kiwi jucies.
she favored a suttle...

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Words of evening she speaks
To him 
I act if I don't know
There in secret places
Is where they wish to go
Mornings were I labor most
To be neat and clean
She wholloes beneath him
To be spiteful and mean
Yeah than when separation
Is the antidote
I am all he has
It's when...

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