Thursday, April 30, 2009

Father's Pasta

Father’s
pasta jammed into my jar
crammed in - oh so tightly
Put your hand into my jar
I do so every nightly

I like it cold and stringy
like meatloaf from a lukewarm
can

Words for describing Father’s pasta sauce:
Hemoglobin
Red
Hemogoblin
Red
Homogoblin
Red

down, down, down the stairs
pussyfooting springy slow
put your hand into my jar
no one will ever know

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