11A Poem by CharlyeMonroeNumber 11 from The Knockouts
There is cream in that cup
“Toast” Aerate to whipped foam Frothy mouth and rabid Hornets have no need nectar Jelly donuts with mandarin filling Posh pads and leather couches Free codes for context Caffeine in my veins the color of coffee Liquid injected hot The rush of new blood spilled matching the color of socks Footprint Now that might be Should be A would be No talking since silence is its own monster Melancholy and the infinite Numbers you cant count to Flop Hit the deck Contact Lit fuse A bit of goading is in it Admitted Gaining at the point of entry Humored she blows “What is 18 inches long and can make me scream all night?” Crib death Cradle robbing red herrings Gold Fin would have it Long line at the DMV Squeamishly or mousy Add verbs to make it visual Planet earth’s miracle Cheery ozone layer “You put ‘o’ in me” Consoling, he put an arm around her both © 2013 CharlyeMonroe |
StatsAuthorCharlyeMonroeSan Francisco, CAAboutWriter/Artist/M**********r I'm from America, all of it. Monotheist, believer in the one true G-D Every poem is a love poem. more..Writing
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