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Author Archive: merlinspielen

Poem: Crackling

fresh meat
dripping blood
skin peeled back
spiced and salted
fried in butter
until crisply rendered

heaven knocks at my door
begging for a taste

go to hell
I reply
it’s where I got the recipe.

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Poem: Carbonated

black dust settling
over every surface
feel it gathering
down inside your lungs

coughing
hacking
gasping

each breath incomplete
carbonated
effervescence
death inside your pores.

Poem: Things

gathering dust
behind glass doors
sparkling trinkets
made from memories
I can’t let go

Poem: Dry Toast

multi-grain
dark molasses
toasted crisp
and forgotten

savory crunch
popping crumbs
across floral
linen sheets

coffee black
your kindness
in bringing
me breakfast

sun in eyes
grand start
what can I
offer you?

Poem: Terror Ala Wooden Spoon

she was fully conceived
when the world clearly defined
for rigid ill or static good
who cared for whom
these ones spoke
those ones listened

slow simmering tinpot dictator
the kitchen was her empire
she cooked to feed armies
of farm workers and children
now these ones fed on demand
and those ones to be silent

she ruled by arms reach
and persistent wooden spoons
maple and beech always in hand
waiting to deliver judgement
here more spice and salt
there less sass and talk

lightening quick and precise
domestic empress every watchful
nothing escaped her
ah mother I do miss your justice
for you an extra serving
and for you an extra kiss.