Ginger Almond Prison Pubes

Despite distractions – brain rental Friday & Monday – I’ve been enjoying the April poem-a-day challenge. Sometimes I’ve written something before I get the ‘prompt.’ I allow the prompt to act as another layer of image. Then I look in my albums for a photo. I don’t have many food pics but the Alcatraz photo was perfect and added yet another layer to the piece when it ‘suggested’ I drop in ‘prison’ – which yanks the poem into a whole new direction.

I’ve been getting use out of notebooks & actually writing in public, at cafes, where I can be seen writing – by hand! “That man has his pen out mommy.” I suppose that using pen & paper may make me look homeless, or too poor to own a laptop – truth is the electronic burdens I carry now are more than enough – phone, iPod, Kindle – sure I could combine them all into one handy device, but if my iPod battery runs out I can still read my Kindle.

another of the daily poems for Poetry Month:

Taste

I know I’m on the right track

with that taste on the tip of your tongue

a delicate hint of fear and insolence

a simmer of

you can catch me like a cold

with bottom notes of

vanilla

up all night sweat

& slow pizza digestion

top notes of

ginger almond prison pubes

a dash of freshly washed

licorice-black Egyptian-cotton undies

you serve me so well

now prepare to pay the price