Mastications In One Movement
Lathering on the ranch dressing,
mixed with honey mustard grunting;
these inhaling engorging souls are
finding the emotional precipice,
high up and dangling,
hanging by french fried ropes,
smothered in thousand island arrhythmias.
here come the fat waiters,
pushing arteriosclerotic meat carts,
spangled in barbecued thrombosis
and chocolate-covered infarctions,
served au jus on peanut butter trays
filled with maple syrup cherries and
white-creamed heart palpitations.
You know what I mean?
You’ve smelled those words before,
tasted their glazed cordials,
licked the candy flowers
as they swayed there, and
sucked the inner pap of the sweet melon
with perspiring brow; now
having a reason to wake up, it is
time for cupcakes and cinnamon churros
with the vanilla-skirted girls,
marinating inside bacon and lettuce taxis,
dipped in onion teriyaki, sizzling
delicious smoke with au gratin effusions.
Categories:
cordials, food,
Form: Free verse
I collect old wooden boxes,
From anywhere that I can.
I collect them from garage sales and,
From the handyman.
From the local dump or old backyards,
Or clearance sales on a farm,
They’ve all lived a life of hard and tough,
And exude a certain charm.
Beautiful trademark names of
Soft drinks, cordials, or fuels.
I value these boxes, for show inside,
A lounge roomed sort of jewel.
I love finding old wooden boxes,
Finding them out of the blue.
I wonder, are you the sort of person,
That likes old wooden boxes too?
17th July 2016
Hi, this is for the old jewellery or anything old contest by Broken Wings.
Awarded 2nd place
Categories:
cordials, old,
Form: Quatrain