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Nat Lipstadt Jul 28
lush.

one of those words,
whose sounds conjures
but does not onomatopoeia
like chirp or oink.

the irony is rich for me,
in the sunroom, with others,
no one speaking
and it is a harmonious sound,
the quietude,
indoors, outdoors,
is a good thick, rich and plush,
invisible & unbearable, but
like soft, spreadable butter,

…the quietude is the
hush and hug of lush…
anxiety creeping on
anxiety taking over
i'm the youngest in a room
filled with folks i don't know
three old blondes
one middle aged man
i don't belong
just like out there
so how am i supposed to learn
when my stomach is in this churn
like butter i want to be spreadable
anywhere, and in everything
butter is so much smoother than me
for once i'd like to be credible
maybe, one day, incredible.
Keith Parsons Aug 2010
Tripping across a pastel canvas
Thoughts explode in color bombs
Minds melt into spreadable paint
The masterpiece is complete
GoatWalker Dec 2012
Spreadable
Dipable
Nomable
(but not sippable)

Munched in the morning
Munched with crackers
Munched while flunching intelligent professor

You are definitely most delicious
when you come from a goat
Em Glass Apr 2013
"The poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese." — Gilbert K. Chesterton

Weren't meant to be,
you said.
Lame excuse.
Like chocolate and cheese*,
you said.
But we get to choose.
We are people,
sure,
and we cannot change
who we are.
But we can change how we are.
Opposites attract and likes repel
but there is covalence,
too,
like things that share.
So you are the chocolate,
for you are sweeter than I,
and I will be the cheese-
of the cream variety,
rich like you,
and spreadable, flexible,
and that way we
can make it work.

There is no need
for this awful silence
between you and me.
Silence is beautiful
but it is neither here nor there.
We do what we like.
We'll break it.
Just like we'll break
the rule
of chocolate and cheese.
and it will be easy. [dare I give up the opportunity for a "piece of cake" joke. a piece of chocolate cheesecake.]
Colt Sep 2018
He lumbers, he doesn't sashay.
Aware enough to catch a 'think-fast' pass.
He's an analog man, and not a soothe-sayer.
He was a zen buddhist, and a nudist whose wardrobe was air.
He always wanted kids but could never think of names.
His truth is so spreadable it's incredible
His credit's so meddled with it's debtable.
He moves peanuts under walnut shells,
less talented than critical.
With passion like the hypnotized
limits were his starting lines
He was never very impressed with things,
would say 'ignorance doesn't exonerate’—He broke alot of hearts and earned alot of parking fines—‘Income doesn't make the man' unless its not coming in.
His only wish was for a time machine;
He could be ambassador to the past.
he could relive his endings
without missing anything
Sam Temple Dec 2015
thick crispy outer shell
processed corn laying crustily
across one side
crystals in a random array
offering a Rorschach
to those in love with toasters –
steaming rectangle
poisonous and tantalizing
filled ever so carefully
with fruit flavored nectar
cleverly altered
from a natural state of wonder
and health
into a spreadable gelatinous snot
squirted into the afore mentioned crust –
screeching children
wild eyed and salivating
only have 22 seconds before
the commercial ends
and Spongebob
starts another zany adventure…
a silent prayer escapes into the ether
as another pop **** prepares
to be pooped out –
PJ Poesy Mar 2016
Supermarket tripping
Nuts & Dried Fruits
the Ethnic Aisle
How do they get away with saying that?
perplexed
shoplifter shackled
on display, as if a warning
Seven Box Sale
of Broccoli Au Gratin Rice
Why seven?

"Pickled Beets Tormented"
an undiscovered Jackson *******
smashed glass and splattered pink
on speckled linoleum
with infused grime
from 1956

Art is splashing everywhere
large scale proportional
and messy little mix-ups

Rancor is now spreadable product
it's right next to the sarcasm
found in the Fear Aisle
feel the chills
frozen food fraternizing
with my canned goods

Was that flattery or flouting?
from Deli Counter
take three numbers from ticket dispenser
I pocket two
call for, "78"
"78 - 78"
"79 - 79 - 79, does someone have 79?"
I stay silent
"80 - 80 Is someone holding ticket 80?"

Chanel suited business woman
at my side
tapping stiletto
upper lip curled
eyes periscope about
She spots my ticket
blurting, "You have 80, Fella"
her index finger flickers
in time with toe tapping

My line: "Oh I thought that was 08"
there's a huge "HUFF"
as she wheelies cart away
Rudy, from behind counter, winks
We've been collaborating art for years
Some folks are in such a hurry. Some of us like spice and curry.
Mike Hauser Apr 2017
I went out sailing on Sandwich Sea
With my motley crew of make beliefs
In a boat of pumpernickel with masts of cheese
Mustarding our courage  in a spreadable breeze

We watched peanut butter jelly fish swimming by
Along with a school of tuna fish on rye
But it was the salmon egg salad that caught my eye
When a storm of salt and pepper rained from the sky

Waves  of mayonnaise tossed us to and fro
Thinking we might sink in our breaded boat
Saved by a 12 inch sub that surfaced on that note
Helping the boys and me to stay afloat  

As they lettuce out of danger and set us free
No one spreading joy was happier than me
With my motley crew of misfit make beliefs
Sailing the high cheese out on Sandwich Sea
Sweet
take a peek
white beneath
caramel spongy spreadable
peep
sugar sweet
pixie treat
lick the center
preserv-ed member
it's true.
but it's not good for you.
Travis Green Mar 2022
You enamor me with your passionate, pleasurable, and
Breathtaking beauty, the bright sight of your blissful blooming allure
Cleverly crafted, immaculate, and ecstatic art
I fall into your danceable and entertainable wonderland
Your dimensional dreamy supremeness
Is relentlessly untameable, suffused with kinetically spreadable ecstasy
You are a polished phenomenal passionateness
I venerate your endlessly exhilarating incomparableness
Striking, stylish, top-flight, and inviting
A highly sweet and thrilling untouchableness
I am so rapt by your swagtastic and mantastic power
I close my eyes, and I can see your showy gold flow
Your magic is like hot ardent poetry composed upon my body
Lawrence Hall Sep 22
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Dispatches for the Colonial Office

                               Everyone Has Advice for Writers


      There is a man…hangs odes upon hawthorns and elegies on        
       brambles…

                                      -As You Like It, III.ii.377-380


Who is your target audience, they ask

A pair of clevers on the telescreen
Giving their audience suggestions for publication
Ideas for making it on the writing scene:
“Target audience” is their incantation

Who is your target audience?

Is your target moving or stationary?
A paper bullseye or something edible
An enemy, a thing, an adversary
A carnivore’s luncheon spreadable?

Who is your target audience?

But a reader is not a target
She is not the object of your life -
She is the subject of her own

Respect your reader

Respect
Travis Green Oct 2022
I wanna be your marvy starry hotness
Your bright and delightful object of desire
Your fiery red-hot charmer
Lean closer into your potently smoking dopeness
Your pulchritudinous studious coolness
Tall, broad, and strapping lad
Refreshing ebullient delectableness
Muscular, hot-blooded stud

Glistening, strong-willed, and irresistible big hitter
Your bright, superior, and hairy hotness
Sexually arouses me, lights my gayness up
Fascinates my inner space
Carries me away into your wild
Handsome dreamland
Gallant, radiant, and extravagant macho man

You are so ambitious and worthy
So amazingly dreamy and eccentric
Lustrous industrious robustness
Deep southern lover man
Starry ardent marvelocity
I give myself up to your immersive
And wayward seductiveness
Your radical black-haired incomparableness

I marvel at your tight, slappable backside
Your thick, powerful thighs
Your monolithic veined legs
Crash-hot magical rarity
Your beefy, brawny charmingness
Makes me want to caress
Every open, moist crevice
Of your impossible lush structure
Your juicy, incredible, and spreadable manhole

Stroke your jerkable jolly rod
Let it swirl in my jaws
******* your delicious vicious bigness
Lick your slick irresistible tip
Taste it from side to side
Up and down, drown in your mesmerizingly
Shining and intoxicating invitingness
Worship your whole thought-provoking world
As I become unbelievably fevered
Lost in your dazzling and fashionable magicalness

Take all your unmerciful torrid joystick down my throat
Treasure the delectable and **** smell
Your finger-lickin’ treasure trail
Hear you breathe, hear me moan
Feel my hands ease all around
Your massive, thrashing glory
Let you play with ***** gaudy knockers
Nibble at my plump succulent points

Let me bask in all your splashiness
As I ferociously **** your machoness
Let your wet, firm flesh dance on my tongue
Feel it massage my jaws
Enthrall the entrance of my throat
Make me choke, envelop me in
Your elegant manly freshness

Explore your glorious joyous hardness
Plant demonically hypnotic
And passionate kisses all over
The long, fervent surface
**** it faster and faster
While you take me in your deep
And gratifying rapture
Fill my mouth with all your super rude wood milk

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