Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
 
Madeleine Toerne Jul 2013
Switch-click into gear three and pedal pedal downward from road into grass.
Spruce-oak-pine cave.
The youngest lags behind but push onward to the smell of blue-gills passed!
It is what the land gave.

Spruce-oak-pine cave
builds a wigwam and lean-to fit for dynasty warriors
or home run derby saves.
Dilly-dally down the block a moment for to commence with the chores.  

Builds a wigwam and lean-to fit for dynasty warriors
or sand town constructionists
whose rivers of root beer heal yesterday's sores.
Physical, material never missed.  

Or sand town constructionists
or lego architects, or kings and queens of rock collections.
No sorrow or fits
only happiness.
Madeleine Toerne Jul 2013
Hilarious.
Men seldom noticing,
Men seldom asking
Why is your school skirt stashed in the back seat?

Precarious.
Riding with traffic,
Wheels click and splashing
And then hiding your huffy beside an old friend's gate.

Benign:
Shirts tucked in shorts.
The best women in sports.
Italian books being bought at the church.
Madeleine Toerne Jun 2013
Rustic, fresh, sweet, strong, light, deterring, sweet, strong
pheromones.
Yellow lamp, shining bright, reveals red bumps.
Ceramic seat accommodates the focal point for personal evaluation.  

Girl competes with guy.
Six-inch, dark- pink light-pink like petals by the bed stand.
Mason jar and silhouette car and sticky leather seats.
Ears protrude, far out, but he hears less than she.

Automatic diamond needle; 20th century piece.
Thick, rich black hair parted down the middle
Fiddle with 'er keys.  
Minty menthol gags
inspire thievery from neon ****.

Divorce rate ascends,
over mountains of cologne.
But the crystal stick
never does the trick.
Madeleine Toerne May 2013
Glittery, jittery raindrops.
An old, long lost friend turned cold.
Beckoning to move faster, and rush
Until out of the wet, and onto the damp cotton jump-seat
Faked bliss, but still happiness edges nearer
And nearer.  

Little green bells of our lady of artistic inspiration
Observation and fresh vegetable
Graveyard maintenance.
The mundane.

Frog-legs dance on their tip toes.
Buttery biscuits and the sound of gagging from the stall--
Instantly gratified.
Small child-stares, and alone in a fantastic universe.
Melodies cease, imagination deflates
The mundane.  

Sticky leaves stuck on black and white cats.
Voracious, they ravage the tall grass.
Passive-aggressive sunshine sprinkles now, and burns later.
Fortifying iced drinks, and pinkish, blueish, purplish
Does the sun go down?

— The End —