Deluxe, Gargantuan

Before anything must really take place here,
let’s just remember what brought us to this point
of denial and humorless envy for a goddamn pickle.

Are we both too callous to see our foolishness
and obvious desire for a fight whenever possible?

It’s not like we ever really whooped each other
into a froth or a frenzy, but words have been said
that neither of us will unhear as long as we live.

Poultry guts, harpsichord licker on a Sunday night,
tickle-me-princess, tumbling ghost face deluxe,
gargantuan pimple pushing troll doll salesman.

Author: Aidan Badinger

Wharved.com I am a poet. I write poems. Titles and subjects and subsequent readership are all part of one fragmented figment of our universe, and it's nice that we take it so seriously. Hopefully the craft remains and grows stronger for our children.

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