Who invented the potato chip,
Taking note of the way,
Flickering, blue, video-light pushes,
Over moving flesh,
And empty crisp bags and bits of popcorn,
And buttered fingers,
Moans, and buttered tongues,
And wine glasses smothered in frantic lip marks,
And over car keys-
Both sets-
And wallet on the counter,
And handbag down the corridor,
And over carpet,
And high-heeled shoes,
Jackknifed in the corner,
And desperate thighs,
And potato chips,
Who allowed me to
Run around
Naked,
Unattended?
I am water on Mars,
Wishing to visit,
What are you doing tonight?
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♦photos – Beautiful blue by Titirangi Storyteller & Personal♦
This reminds me of the ole hole in the bottom the popcorn bucket gag. Sex and popcorn.
Hey!
Read a few more of your poems, this one is cracking! (To coin a British expression that seems apt.) Got some new poems on my blog – doing one a day it seems for Post A Day. Don’t know how long that’ll last!
Well, I’ve done my post and free for the rest of the night. I do have some brilliant red wine just waiting for someone to drink it – come on by… This, of course, will always be one of my favourites!
powerful imagery!
Thanks!
Interesting poem. I was with you through the potato chips. Interesting ending.
Let’s see now. . .how about a flight to the moon? “Fly me to the moon and let me play among the stars. Let me see what Spring is like on Jupiter and Mars. In other words, ‘Hold my hand.’ In other words, “Darling, kiss me.”
I think that’s what I’ll do! Great post, once again! I find myself looking forwaard to your poetry. Always something beautiful or evocative of so much feeling – and intelligence, to boot!
you write very interestingly.. creating vivid pictures. Nice one!
Well, I’m going to a movie tonight;)! Nice, K