The Poetry Project

Three Poems

Miro Myra Mniewski

ASS in BLOOMERS

Wrapped
Feet askew
Ass in Bloomers
Hidden from view

Fueled in Fabric
xxxxxLivers and Brains
xxxxxxxxxxa twisted Croissant
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxCouched in pillows

of GLAZE

xxxxxchicken suit Puckered
xxxxxxxxxxsuch glorious
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxRAGE

A Waffle cone meets fatty’s
xxxxxfat ThUM

Crunch CRUNCHies
xxxxxLiquidy YUM
Draw me an apple
xxxxxon my TUM

SHRIMPs
Breaded in Batter
Dressed for the Kill
CHEESEbURger Chinstrap
xxxxxdesigned to
xxxxxxxxxxfILL
creamy ice COLD
chocolatey
xxxxxxxSOFT
styrofoam nipples
jaunt above
xxxxxxxxxxSCROtummy
xxxxxnuggets
xxxxxxxxxxthat roLLed DOWN
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxand FALL

COMMANDED BY THE IN & OUT

Loosely awakened to a broader outlook
Balanced on edges tipping gracefully
You peed on me while I was watching the moon
Foliage drippings sailed me into the ground of my escape
Change hurried to a halt
Flushing the detritus of existence into a cupboard I’ll rummage through later
My practice regurgitates with infinitesimal exactness
While my closets continue to cook up outfits
I drape myself in forest baths under the eaves

CLEAVE

I continually don’t
xxxxxknow what I am
An oddity, a construction?
xxxxxNever sedate
to live in time,
xxxxxlike a surprise
xxxxxan omen
a quick deep valuable
xxxxxfeeling
that suddenly
xxxxxCLEAVES
Splits open
xxxxxxxxxxxxxor
Adheres
Not so innocent
Salvaged Art
xxxxxAlmost an organ
that holds all this time
& all this movement

Work from The Art of Accumulation with Vi Khi Nao

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