Arsenic Lobster
poetry journal |
Issue Nineteen Spring 2009 |
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 |