Arsenic Lobster poetry journal
Issue Nineteen
Spring 2009
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Grimm
Lindsay Marianna Walker

Duty:
I’ll bring the camel thread you man the needle.
We’ll doff the yoke, the load, our eggs; the hassle
of old is thusly smirked.  Let’s blow the whistle
on all the scumlucked fucks who rock our cradle.

Fancy:
Love, you spin king’s gold to straw (your treadle
pumps all night), and how that witch’ll bristle
when we devour her gingerbreadcrumb bustle;
I’ll envy your Hansel, you’ll welcome my Greedle.

Aim:
In dreams you are the grizzly bear I wrestle,
and the trooper wearing tan who calls the fight.
I’ll don the apple hat you bring the dart.
We’ll picnic on the zenith of some castle.
You shear a princess whose braid is wound tight,
I’ll hijack a zeppelin that’s shaped like a heart.

About Lindsay Marianna Walker

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