honey on toast

they published his straw hat

his wrought iron women

his pissing dog

leg shamelessly lifted at bus stop

his honey on toast hardened

beneath several coats of vintage paint

to compensate

he unzips his jacket

removes it gently

flings it out onto a light-weight anchor

drifting off to see

by mary ann blinkhorn

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14 thoughts on “honey on toast

  1. “he unzips his jacket
    removes it gently
    flings it out onto a light-weight anchor
    drifting off to see”

    Such powerful, beautiful imagery and wonderful choice of words. 🙂

  2. abdulbencamel says:

    Hah! drifting of to see. indeed this is of your more beet varietals, I dig

  3. granbee says:

    Thank you for sharing this provocative poem. I am slowly drifting off to see more right now!

  4. claudia says:

    nothing better than drifting off..getting rid of the balast..breathing some fresh air..nice..

  5. rusky says:

    I like it when you write from the gut MA
    This is good.
    LOVe
    r.

  6. I like your tough and tender poetry very much.

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