Saturday, July 17, 2010

One Syllable Poems

Aspirin


Take one with food
to ease aches and pains.

He looked at the strange script
and scratched his head
as he tried to sound out
the first word

Ass—put---in.


Stamped

He loves to lick stamps

and coat his tongue
with glue.
The taste
slides
down the
back of his throat
sticks to
his ribs
and melds
with the spam and egg
meal
he just ate.

See that Mom!


Déjà vu

It was sweet

She'd had
that taste
in her mouth
a dark fudge
masked
in a thick brown shell
sweet meats
nuts
creams
and mints.

Love

In

A

Box

wrapped up
with a
bright
red
bow.