aefenglommung (aefenglommung) wrote,
aefenglommung
aefenglommung

And now for something really different . . .

Garbage spills forth from my sleeve
the red dog barks!
my ear cowers

does he sniff my arm, whereon
the putrid baked potato skin lies in wait?
yesterday's chowder malevolently anticipates
tonight's french dressing

cry out!
against the rape of the radishes
worse than death, my cucumber virgin
the dog's tail grins as he mops the floor
with salacious caninity

my nose is blue
I cannot swallow the rancid Gainesburgers

drowning in a sea of enzymes

(Written in 1974 in a world that is now forgot; recently re-discovered along with even worse poems by the man sometimes known as Your Humble Correspondent.)
Subscribe

  • Did I mention that I used to counsel Pioneering Merit Badge?

    I spent the day raising upper wall sections, using a contraption of my own design. The contraption in action To review, I finally had to give…

  • My 2p worth

    I realize that I don't have a dog in this fight, but allow me to express my bewilderment at the Scottish independence movement. The SNP likes to…

  • In memoriam Margaret Shirley Collins

    Today would be my mother's 100th birthday. Born Margaret Shirley in Smithville, Indiana, she went on to serve in the WACs in New Guinea during WWII.…

  • Post a new comment

    Error

    default userpic

    Your reply will be screened

    Your IP address will be recorded 

    When you submit the form an invisible reCAPTCHA check will be performed.
    You must follow the Privacy Policy and Google Terms of use.
  • 4 comments