The ship wreck was inane driving the sailors insane. Misery was plain. Beached on the shore, with money, jewels and more with no place to spend it.
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once again a piece of my flesh died on a bed of moon dust I made love to death the ash remaining on my lips forever singing a lullaby to hungry birds and all I wanted was to collect my tears in the glass bottle of your perfume (First published in Qutub Minar Review, India)…
The kind old doctor shrunk me down in my dreams, tenderly placing me in the rocket, whizzing me off “To make the schedule work” he said, so that I disappeared in a spark. The post Whiz-Bang | Cattail Jester appeared first on Best Poetry. Go to Source Author: Best Poetry Online
I keep the pot going but the Black Hole is insatiable. Where digestion vanishes down its gullet, my dinner guest imbibes such gluttony. Obesity? derangement? A universe tasting its own flavors before swallowing the cook. More at https://christineemmert.wordpress.com/. The post Hunger in a Black Hole | Christine Emmert appeared first on Best Poetry. Go to…
Hot Dogs 1 Noses, lips, intestines, anuses— With relish I bite into the hot dog Slathered in mustard, ketchup, And, well, relish … If every hot dog Takes five minutes off your life, I figure I’ll die a week early. I can live with that. …
Who doesn’t love the parodies Lewis Carroll inserted in the Alice books? What student of the late Henry James wouldn’t laugh at (and with) Max Beerbohm’s “Mote in the Middle Distance”? A chapter of Ulysses recapitulates the evolution of English prose styles via parody. There are delightful self-parodies, conscious (Oscar Wilde) or unconscious (Dwight D….
COVID-19 Barbie No one removes her from the box. Lot’s Wife Barbie Mattel told her not to look back once she left the factory. We know how that ended. Never picked first for playtime, she’s a lifesaver when a recipe calls for a pinch of salt. Red Lobster Barbie will fuck you up if…
