pulled hamstring

having your cake

bodies exhibit.

A salmon swam into the lake where a redd birthed an orange egg
Sewage mouthfuls, rusted hooks and foolish friends taking the bait
Blue-green landscapes (turn) black
Speechless voices crack

Grilled and marinated steak
both sides evenly browned to the patron’s taste
Testing senses by the plate while he eagerly awaits

Hands on clocks unwind
Wearing a blindfold doesn’t make you blind

Foaming out the mouth, maybe medicine’s the only way out
Line cut, take a bite
It may just be the fight that kept us all alive

King Salmon

Hatched from an egg, bite on a nipple swallowing milk
The very last drop makes his belly full
Walking on shells with his toes pointed down, learning gravity’s pull
In a sandbox full of toys and symphonic noise from a playground choir
He’s driving around in a solar powered plastic automobile
Leaning back with one hand on the steering wheel
“The neighbor’s daughter is blonde w/ blue eyes and just my type
I haven’t learned how to whistle, but give me seventeen years, and I just might.”

A liter of a natural vitamin, dirtied up for a future husband with tainted meat who got a kitten at a second-hand store
Add or subtract four, soon you’ll be a mathematician 

Suck on a lemon, feast on acidic pulp without straws while perfecting a card game at the table with the wife’s in-laws
Starving a fever, and feeding a cold are home remedies
Ice cubes in the soup, a warm glass of tea and forty winks
Neither one wants to know, but the question couldn’t resist
Written on foggy mirrors with index fingers ‘Bliss is ignorance’

A liter of a natural vitamin, dirty up for a future husband with tainted meat who got a kitten at a second-hand store
Add or subtract four, soon you’ll be a mathematician 

The future doesn’t tally up
and the monster rears its head when you get to the top
At the apex of a fantasy
So don’t fix what’s not broken, and don’t tear the perfect packaging

Hammering a Spike into a Marble Stone

Suit and windsor tie are off-centered by a fraction of inch
I’m out of practice
My metaphors are like riding a bike
you never forget balancing your sentences

My college seal might as well have been two-ply
Cuz my alarm is set for midnight
I should have saved all that change and all those years of my life

So give and take, pay back what you borrow
sometimes you’ll dip your hands in the rainy day change fund 
until all that’s left is a dime and a half of a dollar

My coin flip odds are low but I can’t get enough
My fifty percent is handicapped like I’m on the links
where two comma’d men hook left
and wingspans favor right sides on the 18th hole

Little Big Toe