Fluffy
Warm butter swirled
Mashed potato clouds
Flaky blooming
Golden biscuits
Dripping wildflower honey
Olive oil salted sourdough
Rising through the oven window
Maple pecan topped
Cinnamon sugar sprinkled
Flapjacks stacked high
Mini chocolate cakes
Bursting with molten fudge lava
Bubbling fried dough disks
Heavenly sugar dusted
Perfection
And me
Fluffier than
I was
Last year
Suffocation
I ripped the stuffing from my bed
and stuffed the cotton in my mouth
I tried to get rid of the taste from my mouth
I dumped a bottle of bleach onto my skin to get rid of the scent
I painted over the walls to cover up the evidence.
I tacked the holes in the wall
that you punched through.
I scrubbed my hands until every trace was gone.
I sunk into my mattress
and let the springs dig into my skin
I let the foam absorb into my mind
I let the cotton clog my throat
I let the blood seep into the carpet
along with my soul
I tried to climb out
But my bed swallowed me .....
Marshmallow Memories
Shed your snakeskin,
no softness inside -
a puffed up hornet
of inflated air.
Fluffy, puffy face
darkened with scowls,
mouthing cotton tips
of anger, no pride.
Squishy, doughy
marshmallow memories
never say please.
Inflated lungs gasping
ripping stuffing
out of my pillows.
Rabbits with soiled fur
and encrypted messages.
Pot boils over -
bubbles of rage.
Wet heat
brands my chest,
unkind erratic dirt
spewing roughly -
a geyser in air,
I run for cover
and hide in the dark
fleeing swollen corpse,
bloating and rotting
like a fluffy bug
squashed under my feet.
A Family Affair
Cumulus billowed on the horizon
She pleaded with her soft blue eyes
They were always as bluity blue
As the baby blue spring sky
Her teensy weensy voice crackled
She raised her Avon palms, "you can't!"
Smiling down with pearly whites
Wiped pudding remnants on my pants
Joyfully sunk my pink ladies' ax in the
Blonde bouffant she wore so well
And happily giggled at her bubblegum brains
Splattered on "#1 Dad" apron where he fell
"Well, Mom," my dainty whispers whirled
Through the barbecued family air
"Guess that's the last time he'll have to pay
For your poofed out beehive hair"
"I suppose you'll have keep your grabby hands
To yourself now, darling Mother
And dear old Dad can stop his nightly routine
Of fluffing up my little brother."
Fluffy Off the Chain
So I'm at the local Mexican
Immersed in the holocaust
Fueled by anger and beans
I let fluffy off the chain
I'm in front of the TV
Watching the president elect
Swallowing hatred and beer
I let fluffy off the chain
In the elevator
Surrounded by fellow drones
Sucking in stale air and self hatred
I let fluffy off the chain
I'm walking the wife's shitzu
We get to the park
Wide open spaces
I let Fluffy off the chain
The Dance of Cat and Her Human
Who is mommy's pretty flouf-baby?
Are you mommy's pretty flouf-baby?
Yes, you are mommy's prettiest floufsie pie!
Oww!
B**ch! Did you just scratch me?!
Come to mommy! I just wanna kiss you
to pieces! Come here, don't run away, look,
I have bonito flakes for you, boo-boo cake!
Fine!
Arrogant little a**munch! I don't even
love you anyway! Humph!
...I swear, the adorable little turd delights
in my neediness and smirks!
(note: as I was about to publish this, yes, the little #$%*!!! ran across the keyboard and erased EVERYTHING. But I still love the little sh*t.)
Pretty
She's beautiful to see
So innocent and pretty
Her skin is porcelain
Beware her life force within.
Her beauty beneath hides
a most devastating beast inside.
Forged by men with intentions
carried out beyond this dimension.
For there is no man yet who can withstand
All her fury when brought at hand.
A weapon of beauty, style and grace
she will devastate you to your face.
Find your weakness is her forté
Because she looks so sweet, it is ones own naiveté
She is so beautiful..
you .... see.....
So innocent and.......
Pretty......
https://drive.google.com/open?id=0B8RYIsFg-rZJVWJnVk1sb3F4UWc
It Escapes Me
I feel it writhing
on my tongue
begging to be spoken,
but toothless
I remain,
vocabulary broken.
What's the fucking word?
I know it
see it
taste it.
Slippery? Slithering?
Nope, stillborn within me.
Slather, was that it?
Or maybe slatternly?
What is
that
fucking word?
Slovenly, splattering,
sinfully, smattering?
Why does this happen?
Wait, was it "shattering"?
Curses, it wasn't.
Right brain, I could crush you!
Demolish! destroy! I surely distrust you.
Sliver or slaver, shiver or shaver?
Not stricture, not structure,
nor striver, nor strumpet.
Google can't help
without more to go on.
Where's the damn Webster's?
At least then I can thumb it.
Curses again!
Confounded! Can't find it!
Those meddling kids
have carried
it off.
Why can't I convey
my shit's not for play?
A gleam! Ho, I see it!
Breaking the blockage,
is this
the word
that's holding
me hostage?
Stoppage?
Ah, no, that's not it!
You poor little twit,
you'll
never
think of that word.
My tongue how it taunts me,
The word how it haunts me.
I'll never
be free
of the pain.
Marveling at it,
snarling at it,
I look at my tongue
in the mirror.
Marshaling courage,
mustering gall,
perhaps brute force
can make
my mind
clearer.
One last run at the wall,
I give it my all.
Deep breath,
then out with the spew.
Stuttering, strenuous,
strapping, stochastic,
startling, starkly,
sprightly, spumoni,
(Really? That last one is tenuous.)
stentorian, shimmering,
screechingly, simmering,
summoning, shuddering,
splat, (What? That's just bologna.)
squeamish, staccato,
stelliform, stigmatic,
strident, shambolic,
(my ego, now sorely is suffering)
scotoma, scribacious,
scurrilous, spacious.
salubrious, sententious,
Stop! It's all so demonic!
Stereophonic?
Alas! No effect.
I'm afraid
to admit
that this word has
beaten me soundly.
Hmm, how peculiar?
A sound I
now hear
buzzing my ear
bringing good cheer
my Muse has come near
tongue have no fear
the word will eclipse
the froth at my lips,
now, right at the tip...
Dear reader of mine,
the suspense
you must feel
in the pit
of your stomach.
Will I reveal
the word
I have sought?
Relax dear friend,
it was slummock.
