please don't
eat
that green
fat pickle
afloat,
prodded
and poked
and stabbed
out with a fork
by the grisly
man with skinny
arms, from
the jar
of yellow
sea water.
i could never
kiss
you again
if it touches
your lips,
which makes
you laugh
and say
you don't know
the half of
it buddy, then
bite it in half
as the seeds
and juice cascade
down your
chin.
Subscribe to:
Post Comments (Atom)
No comments:
Post a Comment