February 9, 2012
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.
Ann (bunnygirl)
February 9, 2012 9:39 am
Ah, the wisdom of Roadie Poet!
Sheilagh Lee
February 10, 2012 2:17 pm
wow that’s all I can say
C.B.
February 11, 2012 12:47 pm
nice details!
Alice Audrey
February 11, 2012 10:05 pm
LOL! What a great twist.
Old Egg
February 12, 2012 5:30 am
I wondered where that stain on my new shirt came from. Delightful poem.
Imaginography
February 12, 2012 12:34 pm
Wise words indeed! Love it 🙂
Shan Jeniah Burton
February 13, 2012 4:49 am
Coolest fruit slash story EVER! So glad I found you! =)
carol
February 14, 2012 1:55 pm
Love the roadie poet. I like the twist.
~Tim
February 15, 2012 11:04 pm
Nice one.
I think there’s a sort of fuzzy logic to where this came from. [sorry]
susan
February 16, 2012 6:47 am
Puns like this are maybe a reason why I shouldn’t check my mail first thing in the morning… Oh, that’s a groaner.