Open Poetry #49 |
Dining Out With Miss Otis |
Mr Martini Member Posts 366 Beneath The Line |
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=_D2fC3NEhyA&list=RD_D2fC3NEhyA Heart shaped twisters Cut a swath through my desires Raising the dead in me Casting shadows which hide me From what I do Night crawlers slither From their soiled homes As my spade severs The slow ones in pieces Though hung by the neck Her body was still firm As I pulled her up from The depths of her grave Consuming the last of her Was an act I could not restrain The closer to her bones The sweeter was the meat With each morsel I chewed The taste of my lover's lips Rolled over my tongue She spent her last with him Now I spend my last with her Here's to you and here's to me and should we ever disagree, here's to me! |
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rainyday Member Posts 304 Heartland USA |
Ahhh..Mr. M you're going all Hannibal on us, but..you do it well. CHEERS rainy |
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Mr Martini Member Posts 366 Beneath The Line |
Thank you rainy. I was going to have dinner with her again over the holidays, but my freezer failed when I was vacationing. When I returned, well, like the lazy farmer said, "too much rainy spoils the Otis". Thanks for the holiday wishes. Maybe I'll have pizza this year if I can find some good sausage. Here's to you and here's to me and should we ever disagree, here's to me! |
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Lori Grosser Rhoden Member Patricius
since 2009-10-10
Posts 10202Fair to middlin' of nowhere |
I thought I responded to this already. what I thought I said was that it puts a whole new spin on chewing the fat... ~L |
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