Sauce on your stove

Sauce on your stove

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Tuesdays you cooked sauce on your stove
tossed with tofu sometimes
spaghetti filled sonnets, sliced, diced,
lines of confetti sugar coated roses
pictures of china dolls and russian ryhmes and rye
vodka and cabernet, greygoose to gallo cheap
we drank, dancing to marvin
into your maniac and madness filled boudior
filled with bondage broadcasts off your l950s little tv
you pauper rennaissance chocolate loving poet
whips and chains hung from your warped walls
very eclectic, walls of lenin and lennon, marx and parks
proclamations of give peace a chance
and yes yes to all things must pass
and how we were eachothers rivers
lighting up butts after we done it
outside sitting, chattin in your concrete garden
waiting for your seeds to come up
you a 6 penny italian opera,

i vowed to never ever fall in love with you
as i knew in a sweep of one brushstroke
that could both define and defile what we had

we were a mixed bag
we were
A jackson pollack
a crazy tossed salad
sprinkled, splashed and mashed
lullaby,,,

we were poetry baby.