Ploughing
I have been turning the soil over
on a field of nothingness, a furrow at the time
with an elderly mule that farts a lot.
The soil is unyielding; it's cabbage and carrots
I need; flowers cannot be food mainly because
it is a sin to eat pretty things.
I have slaughtered the goat but need vegs
to go with the steak, this for you to see I can
cook a great meal by myself.
My table has a place for twelve guests
if you are unwilling to partake in the feast
I will feed the dinner to my absent friends.
Categories:
vegs, cat, creation, first love,
Form: Burlesque
Ploughing
I have been ploughing
The field of nothingness
A furrow at a time,
With an elderly mule that farts a lot.
The soil is unyielding
It is cabbage and carrots
I want
You can`t eat flowers.
I have the carcass
Of a goat
But needs vegs
To go with it
All I need is for you
To see
I can cook a good meal of words
So far I have two
Who are willing?
To partaking
But my table has a place
For twelve
So I will wait
Till I find
Someone who likes
Cabbage
And never mind
The flowers
Categories:
vegs, anger, beach, cinderella, color,
Form: Blank verse
Agreement feels like a back tickle
smells like magnolia
sounds like soft crickets and rushing water
looks like the bright moon
tastes like milk
Disagreement feels like a toe stub
smells like rotted vegs
sounds like fingernails running down blackboards
looks like the pic took of you at fourteen
tastes like medicine
Not so much difference, eh?
Categories:
vegs, nature,
Form: I do not know?