My sweetest of cousins works with monkeys at MIT...I stole the title of this post from her--it just kills me! Blake, I am so stealing that sentence for one of my poems! The poem below has a bit I stole from her too...The backstory is that a woman's dog died and she couldn't bear to part with her. So she put her in her freezer. I like to imagine she saw her, and talked to her everytime she reached in for some frozen peas or ice cream...But eventually she brought Foxy Brown into the vet office where my cousin worked...!
Scornful Dogs Eat Dirty Puddings
At the porn shop Kristin baked erotic cakes poured chocolate into penis molds
And Foxy Brown was in the freezer
Light shining through
Word salad
Lying on the floor Tyler spouted a Burger King order in the midst of
His friend stabbed to death
And they killed that girl up in the woods of Massachusetts blamed it on ecstasy
I used to dream in those forests of rubbish rubber tires, used condoms, smell of pine
2 comments:
Click on link below and you'll see why it was such a wonderful moment! Thanks for reminding me about Foxy Brown. I needed a laugh today. Hahaha. Love you.
-Blake
http://www.flickr.com/photos/floridapfe/2090679908/
This poem doesn't do anything for me. You are capable of much beeeter than that! Love, M.
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