Roadie Poet: Peach Guts

Facebooktwittergoogle_plusredditpinterestlinkedinmail

No clue where this came from. Or why. Or even how. The Three Word Wednesday words this week were pretty dark — control, flesh, razor — but this… isn’t.

You have to have
control

to slip the blade between the skin and the
flesh.

Like this.
Slow.

Don’t breathe.

Much.

Or talk.

Don’t do that either.

But

Do

Wash the
peach guts
off the
Razor

before you use it

to open

that box

of t-shirts.

Facebooktwittergoogle_plusredditpinterestlinkedinmail

10 Comments

  1. Ann (bunnygirl)

    February 9, 2012 9:39 am

    Ah, the wisdom of Roadie Poet!

  2. Sheilagh Lee

    February 10, 2012 2:17 pm

    wow that’s all I can say

  3. Alice Audrey

    February 11, 2012 10:05 pm

    LOL! What a great twist.

  4. Old Egg

    February 12, 2012 5:30 am

    I wondered where that stain on my new shirt came from. Delightful poem.

  5. Imaginography

    February 12, 2012 12:34 pm

    Wise words indeed! Love it 🙂

  6. Shan Jeniah Burton

    February 13, 2012 4:49 am

    Coolest fruit slash story EVER! So glad I found you! =)

  7. carol

    February 14, 2012 1:55 pm

    Love the roadie poet. I like the twist.

  8. ~Tim

    February 15, 2012 11:04 pm

    Nice one.

    I think there’s a sort of fuzzy logic to where this came from. [sorry]

Leave a Reply

Your email address will not be published. Required fields are marked *


*