Wednesday, March 9, 2011

nonsense, you

I am the understood buffalo
who cooks real slow
in the kitchen of your dreams,
bitching about the lack of black kettle chips
and proper implements. Potato soup covered in corn mulch.
Things that you munch,
I'm in them, sliding from noun to pronoun
without a single stitch,
a regular Benedectine skunk.

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