Collum Lune word based..3/5/3
green horned tomato
caterpillar, all volunteer pants gone....
starvation his end
Tonight my tummy will smile,
Over my tongue it will go.
May I have more?
Another bowl for me.
Two will fill me up,
On this winter's night.
Soup warms me up on a cold night,
Or on a rainy day.
Under my soup the crackers dive,
Pretending to hide from me.
Rather than cut it
I eat the tomato whole.
Pips spray everywhere!
small boisterous bloom
defying frosty weather
red round whole profound
The fine line
between
charisma
and narcissism
Defines the border
separating
magic
— from farce
(Dreamsleep: October, 2025)
I made a plan to plant cherry tomato plants
in hanging baskets on my balcony
to keep them away from those pesky squirrels,
it worked, except I have been waiting all summer
for at least one tiny tomato to ripen . . .
then, suddenly, the branches are dripping in red.
I never liked tomato soup -
that thick slurry of red
in a white bowl - childhood
winters, Friday nights
with a menacing dark
pressing against the window
as if trying to get in.
Tomato soup looked too much
like blood poured out
of that suffering
pictured in the vivid imagery
hung along the stations
of a child's mind no matter
if blest by grace.
When older and wiser,
I had lamb shank soup,
clumped with celery, carrots
and loads of gelatinous meat.
Each heaped spoonful
was a precious gift,
a celebration of life.
If you are in no hurry, you can ask the toad to swing by
He costs less money than an Uber or Lift said Uncle Cy.
I could not believe when I looked out and saw his steed.
A tomato caterpillar named Billy, just what I did not need.
I had to get to work today, tomorrow would not do.
I paid them the whole fare and gave them an excuse too.
The toad and tomato worm were excited by their money.
Uncle Cy said no worries, they get paid like that all the time, Honey.
I want you to stand in front of the tv
Vacuum when my favourite show is on
Wash the floor with the steamer
And me smile as if it’s fun
I want you to not hear what I am saying
And ask questions already resolved
As I shake my head and laugh
You say you need some new shoes
I want to hear you sneeze like a scream
And make me jump when my back’s turned
I’ll eat catleta with tomato soup
And remember all the bridges we’ve burned.
I want you to make me laugh and annoyed
Will you promise you’ll never leave me
I never want your sofa empty
And I love your feet under my nose
If you go I’m bound to follow you
It’ll be down to you if I take the last step
So, be sure to stay forever, please
I can’t live with an empty chair.
David Cox 08/12/24
Easy spirit. Bones erased into dust. Much heavy man made nothing in seconds.
Justice is meaningless before the mountains of death
Harmony in silence
Waking inside a spider web of my own creation
Junk food makes me sleepy
Questions of hunger before teas and tugboats
Submarines lost and tough guy laid waste
Inside I saw myself dancing before the mirrors
Quiet noise. around the play area I am King
Near the river bed I saw my reflection in the water
awake and dancing. She saw me silent cleaning the walls
Missions of wine tasting
meaningless words lacking soul
Heaven destroyed by need for more
I walked today in the direction of the moon
Zoo sights and senses as I am tossed into the cell
Who is my doctor if not a foolish animal
I am my own God but lacking in meaning
I am the devil but without a spirit to rule
We are The beginning without a time to cease
I can count how many times something like monster
or dragon whispers a rumour about the moon
or folly or rotten tomato-
but, should that murmur or scene live or stay or grow
in the mind, wide and strange.
I meant before evening or before the world or dawn?-
What if the world can be black and white, like sometimes
like sometimes shadow, like sometimes rainbow?,
A plague?, a strike? or a damnation?,
Ah!, sometimes love a requim, a pit, a fall, a black hole,
or whichever case never become silvery but an elegiac
weep?.
I can count how many times something like monster
or dragon whispers a rumour about the moon
or folly or rotten tomato-
but, should that murmur or scene live or stay or grow
in the mind, wide and strange.
I meant before evening or before the world or dawn?-
What if the world can be black and white, like sometimes
like sometimes shadow, like sometimes rainbow?,
A plague?, a strike? or a damnation?,
Ah!, sometimes love a requim, a pit, a fall, a black hole,
or whichever case never become silvery but an elegiac
weep?.
the ripe red elite tomato made a sweet slice
decay and mold nowhere, it truly was nice.
garden knew it was the tomato’s time to reign
fat juicy intrusive tomato worm plead insane
carrots sat by watching as silently as sheep
their alarm bells going off, but not very deep
garden crone came by and cast a freshness spell
you decide if she is a witch, for you know her well
inside her trunk was her cat familiar, a ready alarm
ripe and eager to pound her paw and use a charm
I found myself too scared to take another peek or drink
sweat poured out of my hair holes; my face was pink.
on the tree trunk fence a master gardener’s chart
next to it sat a rhubarb pie, that is close to my heart.
do not put me into the trash barrel the tomato worm plead.
you are in a scrape I replied, for I want you dead.
I am hiding with my bestie Fred
The deer are near
the deer, the deer
They are carnivores and cannibals
If they we were here, there would be much to fear
Fred is screaming and it is clear
The deer are here, the deer are here
They will eat us off the vine they will
Gone already are Jack and Jill
Hold up! Things might be looking great!
The farmer’s wife is putting us on a dinner plate.
Wash those tomatoes! Her bossy husband calls.
Fred does a dive, landing on one of their grandson’s balls.
Is it still good? The farmer yells to his wife.
“So far so good!” I yell out
No longer full of fear or strife.
Tangy, sweet, or “just right”
Ohs and ahs of sheer delight
Makes mouths water at the sight
Attacks the tongue with spirit bright
Takes a palate to heaven's height
Olfactory senses come alight
Essentially stirs the appetite
Savor the flavor in each bite
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