Bull Hawking

She Pruned - Poem by Bull Hawking

She pruned on our gardenia bush
I knew that it would die
She did it in the name of tidiness
I felt tired down to my wheels

I thought of all the nights of love
under aromatic spells
she thought of broken toilets
and nighttime slop-jar spills

Gardenias have a pure white look
an almost fleshly feel
but prunes are brown and shriveled
like the constipated prune she is

Poet's Notes about The Poem

might be hard to describe

Comments about She Pruned by Bull Hawking

  • Gold Star - 16,120 Points Mandolyn ... (12/30/2014 10:39:00 PM)

    lol@ the poets notes! i can't stop laughing.

    it's awesome- the whole thing.
    i should probably shut up
    because the meaning could be....

    never mind

    i think all i have left to say is
    bull hawking ladies and gentlemen!
    =) (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, August 24, 2014

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