peapods and peaches
mostly unrelated items in the store
isolated by aisles of disinterested parties
tasked with the chore of
finding one another in the perfect basket
teased with like items
and fickle shoppers
man-handled, abused, ignored
people disregarding them for potato chips
do they even realize how awesome these things are?
and they don’t notice it until it is too late
the peas and peaches expire on the shelf
Attempting to quiet the murmur of its misgivings.
All the while creating a smoke screen to overtake the mist.
Instead the only air to receive is in short breaths.
Just enough for dizziness and disarray.
Escape into the mind of another, their voice amplified as text.
All the better to block out the thoughts of suffocation.
Lined with infatuation, but not condemning–
I drink of the cup
Getting ever so drunk and disoriented.
There is no cure for a hangover but time.
Usually the bell doesn’t even toll. It mostly just cascades on top of the victim, in a hail of furious sounds, rumbling the air with its homicidal vibrations. One cannot escape its sharp decibel teeth, grazing in the fields on small animals in wait. Not even a vigilant eye and keen aid can outrun the speed of the horrific audio.
getting the girl…
is like trying to duck hunt with nothing but rocks.
you have to see the bird and hone in on it
you have to throw the rock all the way to the bird—-which takes lots of effort most of the time
the bird has to be hit hard enough to fall
—— into the water
the bird has to get past the current
and then wash up ashore nearby ( or you could lose the bird to someone else hunting)
then the bird still has a chance to get back up and fly away
so you got to hit it with another rock just in case
A funny thing about food choices.
Tentacles freak people out.
Animals that wallow in their own waste are fine.
Things sprouting out of trees are hit or miss.
But stuff that thrives in manure is fine.
People are funny.