Thursday, March 13, 2008

Portrait: Abbie

With breasts like Juno in an under wire far too small---- on laundry day.
Oh!
Burn it to hell, cocksucker!
She blew in on a Monday morning laughing from the streets, laughing from the streets.
But wait!
This hunger she feels is unlike any before her. If it's not bread, it's peasant vegetables, it's the world. She is insatiable,
I am the hollow bread. I am the guts. Cuck-cuck coo-choo!
She is a small vagina, sketched by hand
to connect the world's women.
She is laughing in the streets.

2 comments:

MelCoyle said...

This is the greatest poem I have ever read. Peasant vegetables! It hits so many registers.

C.L. Halliburton said...

ha ha, registers!