cherry pie pomo haiku
Cherry pie with
ice
Cream on top,
shook the chaos
the cave of her
chest
i hate milk
I hate milk, so I won’t cry
if it gets spilled across the kitchen
table dripping tears for you
on a dirty linoleum floor
Killing two birds with one stone
feathers wafting down
collecting in a pink satin pillow
I can sleep on while having
nightmares of birds falling from the
sky landing on a gray sidewalk
splatting a red stain to step over
You stabbed me in the back
leaving the knife twisting
in the wind with the sound
of thunder clapping hands
getting a standing ovation
for your work
I lost all my marbles again today
You plucked the winning ones
swirling colors of my eyes
black holes now, where I can only
see the last image of you
How did you find the last straw
hiding on the camel's back
with two humps shaped like
my tits before they began to sag
between the needle and the haystack
You can say that again but
please don’t as your words
keep ringing my bell while
Quasimodo hangs at the
end, gargoyles watching
No pain no gain?
Pain keep pulsating
to the beat of my heart
looking for that once in a
blue moon tingling feeling
Speak of the devil, he appears
beckoning for me to cuddle
next to him while hell freezes over
Fire rages on the perimeter
I am mesmerized by the flames
I wish your ignorance was bliss
but the darkness cloaks the world
Pretending to be dress smart
I want my pie in the sky
sitting on the clouds
Scooping them up like
Spoon fulls of vanilla ice cream
When life gives me lemons
Fuck the lemonade unless
you add vodka with a sugar rim
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