A new poem I may or may not add to my ms I'll be submitting to several contests in the coming months. Put in or keep out? JC
I've been thinking about white cake
all day. Every woman I talk to
at the reception has bad breath.
You know, you try to be polite
but you just want to press a hand
over her mouth. My psychiatrist
says it's me, not them, a side effect
of the drug. What do I say
to the nice woman confiding in me,
her breath like rotting meat?
It's not you, it's me? If
wishes were horses, I'd buy
that big painting, a lustrous wall
titled "Haven," so big I'd have to
knock out all my interior walls,
weight-bearing or not. Someone laughs
& says be careful what you wish for.
He'd starve if not for week-old bread
& art openings. He's here for the food.
Poetry by Jefferson Carter
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Written on 2008-12-03 at 20:34
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RECEPTION
I've been thinking about white cake
all day. Every woman I talk to
at the reception has bad breath.
You know, you try to be polite
but you just want to press a hand
over her mouth. My psychiatrist
says it's me, not them, a side effect
of the drug. What do I say
to the nice woman confiding in me,
her breath like rotting meat?
It's not you, it's me? If
wishes were horses, I'd buy
that big painting, a lustrous wall
titled "Haven," so big I'd have to
knock out all my interior walls,
weight-bearing or not. Someone laughs
& says be careful what you wish for.
He'd starve if not for week-old bread
& art openings. He's here for the food.
Poetry by Jefferson Carter
Read 414 times
Written on 2008-12-03 at 20:34
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