cravings

poem by: Robert Kohlhammer
Written on Jan 23, 2017

Gem stones and silkworms ,


rags, tags and labels

paper clips and staples

dried up leafy maples

the horn of a tree crown fumbles


for the crunchy chesnutty hazel


The tropical humid puddles


that splish and splosh prenatal


that get me gazing through my doubled up navel


That get me morbid if not fatal 


clenching  tightly  substance anal 


In my motherĀ“s arms, she cradles.

 

Tags: humor, rhyme,

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Christopher Russon commented:
Very good poem.Well written I like it.
Christopher Russon commented:
Very good poem.Well written I like it.

 

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