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Bathtub Spider

Because I am a bathtub spider,
I want to travel every drain before I die,
stretch every leg, find a plug hole
to really suck me down.
None of this back and forth,
I hate your mood-swings.
I love your mood-swings.
I hate your mood-swings.

Sunday

I have two minutes to live
so I‘m going to write a shopping list.
Eggs.
Milk.
Sugar.
Flour.
You can make the pancakes yourself.

I didn‘t understand what I was reading, most of the time, but the phrasing & individual images were enough to keep me puzzling through these poems.

“My head is a box full of boxes.
The walls taste like strawberries, go on, lick them.
I take a pinch of sadness in my soup.”

Picked this up on a whim, as recommended by the Whichbook site using the sliders to ask for something “funny, beautiful & unusual.” I‘d say that‘s what I got.

The full moon keeps trying to bathe me.

#poetry #IdontunderstanditbutIlikeit

Damien stores his jogging shoes in the freezer overnight, says it keeps him on his toes.

#poetry

Presents
Fire on the marble steps. The drunken dinner-lady, flying mashed potato. The kiss of a wasp. The poisoned marshmallow. The speed of a parked car. The smash of a nose against a glass door;
all this I give to you.
For myself, I keep the cliff top. Those long salty days, shock still, knowing that a thousand feet below
lie dangerous, outstretched, arms. The time before the jump, the best place to stay.

But, for a second, just imagine that this bar
is crammed to the rafters with horny
octopuses,
and they embrace you gently, and
they have eight arms.

#strange #poetry

(Internet photo, T-Rex Cafe, Orlando FL)

There you were. Hands & knees on carpet, searching for the udders. I said: You can‘t milk a table. You said Why? - made me think for a very long time. ‘Because it can‘t have babies,‘ I resolved - until you mentioned the middle-aged kitchen table, the student writing table, the wide-eyed blinking bedside table, the battered, over the hill, under the stairs table. All this wood to feed. These starving desks. I had to agree. Tables must have udders.