Paul Mills


Jeffery - Poem by Paul Mills

Vials of blood lay far and near
Well mixed to use as garnish
Someone stewing in the pot
Smell so hard to harness

Stacks of ears wait here and there
Toasted toes spread on the grill
Lets all sit for this fine meal
Pass me those eyes of Phil

Topic(s) of this poem: verse

Form: Verse


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Poem Submitted: Saturday, October 24, 2015

Poem Edited: Saturday, October 24, 2015


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