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There she is again, that magnificent
southern whore. She has a million
teeth, each a pearly siren
which beckons sailors, telling them
to come closer and still closer until
they crash against her lipid shoals.
She repels all invaders; on those
who've tried to storm her castle
and cast her from her throne,
she poured molten butter. Those
who survived she tortured in vats
of boiling oils-- palm, coconut, vegetable.
This was similar to how she conquered:
first, an assault inside her foes' bodies;
second, a pan sear to seal in the juices.
She wanders the hallways of her palace,
talking wistfully to herself
in an uncharacteristically cheerful drawl.
Perhaps she remembers not being cruel
and reminisces on those times, but her acts
show she feels no remorse for changing.
She's a rabid hellhound in imperial garb.
She's a heartless monster with butter in her chest.
She's Paula Deen.
southern whore. She has a million
teeth, each a pearly siren
which beckons sailors, telling them
to come closer and still closer until
they crash against her lipid shoals.
She repels all invaders; on those
who've tried to storm her castle
and cast her from her throne,
she poured molten butter. Those
who survived she tortured in vats
of boiling oils-- palm, coconut, vegetable.
This was similar to how she conquered:
first, an assault inside her foes' bodies;
second, a pan sear to seal in the juices.
She wanders the hallways of her palace,
talking wistfully to herself
in an uncharacteristically cheerful drawl.
Perhaps she remembers not being cruel
and reminisces on those times, but her acts
show she feels no remorse for changing.
She's a rabid hellhound in imperial garb.
She's a heartless monster with butter in her chest.
She's Paula Deen.
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Suffocate
“I didn’t want him,” she says. “I wanted something, something I saw in the eyes of Libby, Sam, Sandi, and Agnes. Something that would have made our new world, our safe world, a home. Children were a part of that world and so I found myself a child. Perhaps, I thought, I would love him and everything would fall into place. Perhaps with a child I could be content with safety, and normality, and a world without knives taped on mop heads.” A cold smile. “I still catch myself thinking that. I still think that maybe tomorrow will be the day where I can fall asleep with the lights on.”
Carmen’s featur
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Tumbler
‘Twere’nt long ago, when I started tumbling. Hot dry winds rose around me and the base of my stalk went snap and I began to roll. Finally free of my roots, ready to roam the deserts and plains. Catch a glimpse of the tall orange buttes in the northern plains, as they had been described to me by other holy rollers.
Maybe even catch a view of people. Heard lotsa stories ‘bout them people, even though I saw one on a horse when I were but a sprout. People were always in’eresting, usin’ us for shootin’ practice, something to kick, something innocuous and ubiquitous to say, “Yeah. You’re alone out h
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Ice Cream
Everyone writes poems about emotions and fears
And one day I said, "I want to write a poem about
Ice cream."
About Dilly Bars on the drive from Tucson to Phoenix
The Dairy Queen across the highway from the ostrich farm
With the dust devil's raging by
About soft serve cones at the Desert Museum
Always Twist. Never Vanilla.
On all those hot Saturday afternoons
Watching mountain goats sleep in the shade
A poem about Friday nights after pizza
A different flavor every time
And eating straight from the carton at Dad's
While netflix plays on the wii
And sitting on the rooftop watching the stars
Ice cream bar in hand
About the store by Big Lake
W
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EDIT: I forgot two lines.
(Full title: Paula Deen and the Throne of Flabylon)
EDIT: I forgot two lines.
(Full title: Paula Deen and the Throne of Flabylon)
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This is prolly my favorite of all yours!