Bachus29 Jul 2004

The Kitchen ( A Free curse) By Capt. Napkin

Fat eyes pleading
Plump hands reaching out
Obese gravy stuffed dumplings
Lifeless
Pugeot smells of life drinking spirits
Plummish smells of deaf defeated pots and pans
Old crapes on sheets, old flour on him
Nectarine hair, bloating rumps
"The illusion of health and food full bellies"?
A cornucopia of...Corn...
Starving for pop
Still clinging to aluminum, clamoring for salt
"The smell of death I met miles outside"?
Inside, the Kitchen gleamed with new dishes to break my momma tongue against like a wounded
seal on the dingy of infidelity, and a filthy
floor.