invocation #1

Posted: March 31, 2009 in Poetry
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sing, sing to me
of milky ways soured
and of rotten eggs,
sing of rusted spatulas
and grottoed skillets,
sing freshly squeezed
tangy oranges into a
water-spotted glass,
sing of hardened toast
and pitter-pats of pale
butter-I-believe-it’s-not,
sing of blackened bacon
and disheartening oats,
sing of improvised trays
from pieces of cardboard,
sing of a single sunflower
swinging in a canister,
sing as you sling the
motley brew of syrupy
coffee grounds and hidden
jewels of sugar, sing to me
as you play chef and
claim my royal goose
has been cooked.

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