oracle cheese
oracle sheets,
cheesy bliss,
cornucopia of shoddy
mentality,
the daily maid,
the donut pivots,
the plasticine trampoline
organic, symptomatic -
earnestness
in the numbers
8 & 9,
quivering backtalk,
alkaline positivity,
ionic bathtub
equivocations -
constant is the rain -
the gradual fix,
the slope of your line,
your intercepting
why:
if you wonder,
wonder no more,
forgive the april pieces
& can the rest,
all the peaches
east and west,
all the pheromones
that fuel your quest.
Labels: cheeseburgermeister
posted by murat11 at 4:42 PM
7 Comments:
Now I want emmenthal cheese so bad...
hahah funny ending there :)
DM: Yummy! In the DEVIL MOOD for some sandwiches...
especially loved the last four lines. Now I have to go look up emmenthal cheese??
oh duh, Swiss cheese. 'Scuse me not knowing - not my fav.
You definitely are the poetic cheeseburgermeister. What a fun poem. Did you really mean "daily maid" or was that supposed to be a "dairy maid", and if you meant the former, what is the deep meaning? All I can think of is lovely Rita, but she had nothing to do with Swiss Cheese.
Dee: Who's counting, anyway?
Teresa: No, daily maid was the intent, but a play on "daily made," a local donut shop. What deeper meaning could there be to donuts, anyhoo? Black holes and their donut hole cousins, perhaps?
This poem was definitely a wander, given the fabricated prompt of Crusoe's oracle cheese, so I expected more than the usual tangential associations, but it seems to have resolved itself into another of this season's poems of desire, though I suppose an argument could be "maid" that those were emmenthal pheromones fueling.
Okay, I see where those daily maids were going...
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