A Poem And Four Films Poem by The Pundit

A Poem And Four Films

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I chewed Ma's fat while the
gang checked windows for law

and saw shrubs growing out of
boulders.

The melody frightened her as the
cabin exploded in slow motion

sounding like black mud sucking
the galoshes off someone's feet.

Ma had a long hair growing out of
a mole and I had a cigarette

hanging out of the corner of
my mouth.

A close up of her eyes revealed
our terror and

the whole scene became warm
plastic.

Four November leaves fell from
the very top; rusted, orange,
and red.

It felt like when Dorothy was still
aroused in that crazy, spinning

farm house.

Saturday, November 22, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: fashion
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mj Lemon 02 January 2015

There's just something about that mole...This is just awesome poetry...

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Kewayne Wadley 22 November 2014

Loved this! Excellent use of expression. Nice Visuals

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