Thursday, February 26, 2004

Thursday Poem: Holy Water

Swans swimming,
Junkie grinning,
and Julio's pimping
Down by the schoolyard.

He pushed his lackadaisical
Dime bags of Mexican brick,
His gut protruding underneath a
Tight t-shirt.

Little ball of flesh rolled up
Inside a velvet wrapped
Hat box, the stench of old
Mothballs made me cough.

A family of frogs were
Drowned upside down in
Holy Water, the cosmic glue
Threading and deceiving the Mother Hen.

A crowded table of soused and
Stoned newspaper writers
Spun murky tales about the
Hopeless futures of their multiple ex-wives.

Satan's nephew spotted
Snowflakes with odd names like
Alister and Owsley. as he yelled,
"Beware of the tainted Blotter."

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