Tuesday, March 23, 2010

"Things That Aren't What They Are"

[Here's another poem by L.E. Leone for your viewing pleasure!]

Things That Aren't What They Are

The poem is empty and then
there are words
grrrandmama, autumn, and butt juice

Ah, the coffee is on
the drummer’s high hat this
only a matter of time, no?

Like, like, my ex-T-shirts and
currently clean panties
wonders why the laundry line gave

Two, three, four
Over and over, you
little slices off my lip

Maestro of the coffee-
play room carpet, I miss you

Can I say that? Can I
say this, that
you rock, your precision, your

Cannibal kiss, that my poem remains
empty, my mug half-full, a
on my cheek, your pecker

Check that. The cheek is
where the best meat is, I’m told
and over, as ever I roll

repeat chorus

L.E. Leone
© 2010

1 comment:

  1. Darn right things aren't what they are now that health care reform has passed. Last night, someone entered my house and installed a two-way television screen. Now, Big Brother watches every dern cannibal kiss I give. Life will be different from here on in, I can tell you that -- things will never be what they are again.


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