What a spread!

Chopsticks and Papaya;

What a way to go.


Meet the county sheriff at the line and

Christ will walk it for you.


Be grateful young one.


Shelve the mass and be done with the dregs

Of a barrel you’ve too ‘oft seen the bottom of.


Sticks are kindling; light my fire.


Fruits, too sweet, soil my lips and I stain another pair.


Give me a ruby kiss and be done with the likes of me.



© – Anthony Leclair 2013

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