By B.K.
Date: 2012 Jun 16
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Neon Hibiscus with poem

Brenda Star Ace Reporter

You were sitting at the kitchen table
Smoking and acting like
You wanted me to feed you
So I put on a steak
Your glasses were hanging on your nose
You peered over them
I like it rare you said
But I’m not hungry for food
I’d rather have you
So I said...Open your mouth
And you did so I climbed in
You swallowed and burped real loud
And I sat up startled
Wondering what Freud would have said
Then laid back down and
Went back to my neon comic strip dream