73. 'Sated' is in the Bible.
73. July 14, 2010 (last wed.)
Some pink chop clouds the view of your painted supper plate
come clearing time, sunset with HGTV Property
Virgins on the horizon-- you have to remark on the gulls,
save, repent yourself of second corn cob or hot
dog, spare coney sins. My mosquito midnight
dinners after a crème de menthe on ice has sent Papa
long gone to bed. 11:30pm on it's me and the salsa,
and the apple pie and the chocolate milk at odds
with the remote, restarting Invader Zim while Kev pours
good whiskey, re-waters my vodka, ice. There
will be no salty tsk tsk from Nana and the bite taken
out of her upper arm from a vaccination she never got
to clean out the fridge of creamsicle salad before
dinner with the guest circus pup-- the Samson show!
A mix salad chihuahua retrieving napkins. We shout
to help name the fancy cheesey appetizer
with the deceptively meaty mushrooms inside.
"Bread bomb" doesn't capture the poppy seed grenade.
A risqué quiche deserves a punchier name, moreover,
and what's leftover we'll finish for our moth shoo-ing
snack with boozey lemonade late later tonight.
week11: 1, 2
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my poem-a-day 'llustrations
Some pink chop clouds the view of your painted supper plate
come clearing time, sunset with HGTV Property
Virgins on the horizon-- you have to remark on the gulls,
save, repent yourself of second corn cob or hot
dog, spare coney sins. My mosquito midnight
dinners after a crème de menthe on ice has sent Papa
long gone to bed. 11:30pm on it's me and the salsa,
and the apple pie and the chocolate milk at odds
with the remote, restarting Invader Zim while Kev pours
good whiskey, re-waters my vodka, ice. There
will be no salty tsk tsk from Nana and the bite taken
out of her upper arm from a vaccination she never got
to clean out the fridge of creamsicle salad before
dinner with the guest circus pup-- the Samson show!
A mix salad chihuahua retrieving napkins. We shout
to help name the fancy cheesey appetizer
with the deceptively meaty mushrooms inside.
"Bread bomb" doesn't capture the poppy seed grenade.
A risqué quiche deserves a punchier name, moreover,
and what's leftover we'll finish for our moth shoo-ing
snack with boozey lemonade late later tonight.
week11: 1, 2
http://locksmithy.livejournal.com/tag/poem-a-day
archived on poetesss.tumblr: week1 - week2 - week3 - week4 - week5 - week6 - week7 - week8 - week9 - week10
weekly archives ~ http://poetesss.tumblr.com/tagged/poem_a_day
my poem-a-day 'llustrations