It's Midnight...THE BOARD IS MINE
EvilToasterElf
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leftovers
my destiny sits between
two slices of bread in
a half eaten bologna sandwich
trapped behind an empty
jug of apple cider
piled in front are my
mashed potato poems
in a tupperware square
with a blue lid which is
pinned under my sister’s
crying bowl of peas, garnished
with a second place medal
in the 400 meter relay
fantasies of epic verse
crescendo in a squarish
piece of aluminum foil
from a two week old
second helping of tri-tip
steak, which was overcooked
a broken finger which
stole my baseball career
was piled under stuffing
preventing my curveball from
slipping out of the strike
zone, and the bastard
took it over the left field wall
my father’s retirement fund
wades through cranberry sauce
sinking in coagulated slush,
like the shores of new jersey
so far from his beloved
caribbean beaches
a spot shines on a grandfather
of a turkey leg, slowly dissolving
the meat into a hard inoperable
growth, not fit for the dog
we threw it in the incinerator
where the ashes scattered over
mounds of garbage
my destiny sits between
two slices of bread in
a half eaten bologna sandwich
trapped behind an empty
jug of apple cider
piled in front are my
mashed potato poems
in a tupperware square
with a blue lid which is
pinned under my sister’s
crying bowl of peas, garnished
with a second place medal
in the 400 meter relay
fantasies of epic verse
crescendo in a squarish
piece of aluminum foil
from a two week old
second helping of tri-tip
steak, which was overcooked
a broken finger which
stole my baseball career
was piled under stuffing
preventing my curveball from
slipping out of the strike
zone, and the bastard
took it over the left field wall
my father’s retirement fund
wades through cranberry sauce
sinking in coagulated slush,
like the shores of new jersey
so far from his beloved
caribbean beaches
a spot shines on a grandfather
of a turkey leg, slowly dissolving
the meat into a hard inoperable
growth, not fit for the dog
we threw it in the incinerator
where the ashes scattered over
mounds of garbage
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My life had stood - a Loaded Gun
In corners - till a Day
The owner passed - Identified -
And carried Me away -
And now We roam in Sovereign Woods -
And now We hunt the Doe -
And every time I speak for Him -
The Mountains straight reply -
And do I smile, such cordial light
Upon the Valley glow -
It is as a Vesuvian face
Had let its pleasure through -
And when at Night - Our good Day done -
I guard My Master's Head -
'Tis better than the Eider-Duck's
Deep Pillow - to have shared -
To foe of His - I'm deadly foe -
None stir the second time -
On whom I lay a Yellow Eye -
Or an emphatic Thumb -
Though I than He - may longer live
He longer must - than I -
For I have but the power to kill,
without - the power to die -
(see similarity?)