Treasure Island

r james sterzinger

(9-11-56 / midwest)

a poem to be forgotten


lined up on the granite counter
two avocados
three tomatoes
and a lone carrot

the avocados soft round green
they lie there like two drunks
soft mushy
with a pulp hard hearts

the tomatoes are red
bragging and bold
full of seeds like
ready to procreate
sailors
after a six month
tour of duty

the carrot
like a phallic old guy
(never should have removed it
from the crisper drawer)

maybe i need to take a walk
then i will come home
put them away
open a can of soup

i need something a little less
bold a little less
obvious
a little less something

when you get alone
when you have a little too much
time you need to get
out or you come up
with the crap that will eat your soul

Submitted: Friday, July 09, 2010
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  • Roseann Shawiak (1/11/2014 2:34:00 AM)

    Can relate to this poem, staying home too much alone can eat your soul.
    Always have to go somewhere or do something, it presents more food
    for the mind to write about. Like this poem. Thank you for sharing.
    RoseAnn (Report) Reply

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