Pie Plant

Red celery sticks
with toxic elephant ears
growing out of the ground
like Barry Bonds on steroids,

like a monster that haunts
your childhood dreams
and makes you go
number one and number two
in the bed concurrently,

are awaiting the time,
the time to be turned
into jelly, into pie,
into a tonic that
would make you
clench your bowels
if you were on a
rural stretch of road
and the nearest rest stop
is still at least fifty miles away.

If that doesn't scare the the s**t out of you,
I don't know what will.

Reviews

[Richard Beard]

In-Your-Face, Pie Plant!

Poetry like this makes me wonder what in the world went through the poet's mind...which is what it should do. Good job.

[Judy Ponceby]

ROFL......I swear to never touch another rhubarb pie again! LOL Well done!

[Blue Moon Ice Cream]

This is amazing! I laughed at the Barry Bonds line. Ah, this is just genius!

[joshua deathdealer]

I'm scared to death lol. No really, great write.

[Neva Flores Smith - Cha..]

Kenneth, pick me up from the floor, I am rolling. This is great!

[WordNerd]

WOW! AMAZING!! I love the imagery and the flow was genius :D