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Butter Left Unspread
by Alison McKenzieSome words
They beg release
Beg? Badger! GNAW!
Break out despite the bite
Blood taste, tongue batter
I know I shouldn't
It might clog the arteries
Sneak up some night
Searing pain of a heart exploding
Put down the knife
Don't indulge in the flavor
(Some butter is simply
Better left unspread)
07/24/2004 Author's Note: Thanks to Michelle, GREAT suggestion I think!!!
Posted on 07/24/2004
Copyright © 2024 Alison McKenzie
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Michelle Angelini on 07/24/04 at 08:47 PM Great metaphoric poem and an enjoyable read. One suggestion - plead is too much like beg, maybe use a stronger word (for plead, ex: demand, command, order, insist. JMHO. Good work! |
| Posted by Kara Hayostek on 07/25/04 at 01:21 AM I love the taste of real butter on a dinner roll or something...but i only get to eat it when i go out. YUmm |
| Posted by Ashok Sharda on 07/25/04 at 03:50 AM Well, these unspread butters can be refined and channelized for some better use rather than to block the arteries. I know they can be used to create beauty. |
| Posted by Matthew Zangen on 07/29/04 at 02:03 AM great suggestion indeed. :) melted smoothly, but the end line(s) did seem better left unspread... just seemd a little obvious is all, but as usually the case with you, it just seems to darn intentional to quibble over. two buttery thumbs up. |
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