Honey Taco


honey, grease up your taco

I’m diving in feet first
wearing blue raspberry edible undies
and smoking a bubble gum cigar

let’s make pb and j’s
with 12 nut bread
and name our babies after smurfs

let’s create steam
from vitamin D milk
and forget about the finances for once

we can poke around a bit
and wait for the grey carton of fresh eggs
that we can never, ever eat

honey, squeeze your bear head
whilst I deposit the mayonnaise
across your hot cross bun

let’s tie the twizzler knot
and stick around forever,
like that jar of vaseline
underneath the kitchen sink



Filed under poetry

4 responses to “Honey Taco

  1. Quasimofo

    clever little dramatic monologue here. I gots respect for anyone who can use ‘whilst’ and make it work. I particularly like the name our kids after smurfs bit…and the pic of the spotted dick–food and sexual innuendo go together really good in this poem. I like the site by the way…i envy all you guys who can do computer stuff with your art. i’ll check out your short fiction sometime. Speaking of which, i’ll have to share with you my ‘Tales of a Promiscuous Olympian’, a story about Phallus, the son of Hades and his cleaning lady. later

  2. Michele

    that’s just wrong, misener.
    leave the smurfs out of it! LOL.

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