More Spam Poetry

Two in one week - YES!

Surprised Himself
From: Babula

She glanced at the young girl
pointing, with her keen gaze
words which seemed trivial enough.

Mary, her calm forehead
puckered with vague annoyance
disdained to analyze, understood perfectly.

Her hands resting idly
or smoothing the creases
out of her long, soft gloves

E will certainly come
It struck him that there was something
to be done

Ah, my aunt!" she cried impulsively,
"tell me what is to be done?
Lady Garnett glanced up

from the novel into
which she had subsided
with a sigh of relief

"now you are practical,
he has not proposed?"
Mary shook her head.


E will certainly come
It struck him that there was something
to be done

coming a little strangely
amidst the young girl's
girl's habitual reticence


"That is exactly
what I want to prevent"
Her smile had a very definite quality

"I would not cherish
any false hopes, my dear.
Charles Sylvester is a yo"


E will certainly come
It struck him that there was something
to be done

Board Girl

I love Spam

A kooky spam paragraph came to my work email address today and while I have no idea what evil product or virus it is trying to trick me into opening,the word nerd in me really likes the far out Victorian vibe it accidentally dispenses. I chopped it up a bit and turned it into a poem of sorts. Maybe spam writers are the next beat generation?

E and Broth
From Heintz

Ster was looking distressed,
speaking French,
swimming in fierce waves,
and bathing in winds.

Mercurious E and Broth.

The pleasure of hunger
was easily satisfied
in the smoking hut
the Hunchback rakes ashes
and gave birth to fish.

Mercurious E and Broth.

Soft things, woven silk
frocks of fine texture
came from London.
Oh the beautiful colors.
So strange. So exotic.

Mercurious E and Broth.

But these are warn now
never replaced.
She never wore shoes
summer/winter
except for her Mother's funeral.

Mercurious E and Broth.

Invulnerable to stones
and bramble
her legs and feet were
tough and brown
but her father never realized.

ROYGBIP

Eggs, Spinach, and Feta

An omelet will have to do.

There will be no hazy kisses
to neck, breasts, and fingers
served like breakfast
in bed. Friends let
other friends
sleep in.

He will tiptoe
to the kitchen where
hungry fingers
will tickle nipple
lids upon heated rims

instead.

It Won't Be Thanksgiving Without Wild Game

For Breece DJ Pancake

Winter's a God damned thief.

There is nothing left of the farm
but skin and bones;
the white dust of first frosts,
twitching skeletal oaks,
and corn brought to its knees
begging for mercy.

Take your rifle
and storm the grey light.

Bring back death
slung over one shoulder
skinned, dressed, and ready
for skillet

A Neck is Bleeding Italian Silk

Red on curved course
it spills from
shoulder
to chest
and pools upon pillows.

Her hair sticks to it
but choking
laughter softens the gore.

Too tired to undress,
stretching,
I gather it between fingers

and collect the mess
until she
is cleared
of its delicate
path.