A frenzy to declutter living space
bamboo storage in the right shade
marked with l e t t e r s
on sticky, not double sided
lavender peel off
tape
Organized,
life cataloged into bins
in general,
“They belong in the same box”
she explained to a 5-year-old
who nodded heavy,
As the 14-year-old laughs
tosses a bueno wrapper
and smears chocolate
on the coffee table books
"Did you receive my holiday cards?"
an inside joke
I wanted to throw
heirloom tomatoes at the grid-like structure
Peri Peri Stuffed
Olives
fling prosciutto, Iberico ham
to lay like Dali’s melted clock
on the lid
Hydrate them again with red
wine, the vampire
dip my tongue in the piggy
mess
claim that I'm now an acorn
from the hammy
down the entire bottle into esophagus
and spin it
lottery ticket me, it lands on
“Almost Transparent Blue”
inside that cake scene
I kiss the page for burning my eyes
Tis the season to be jolly, right.
Roast me a whole pig
stuff my mouth with an apple
and leave me
sitting on that fine
dining table
for carving
About the Creator
Michele Nampalli
This space is breath for my sensitivity. The poems come fully formed. I've known for quite some time now that my art is about receiving more than creation...its the most natural way I know to process my inner world. It started when I was 7.
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Getting Serious About Comedy (Part I)
If I were asked to remark on my life and the childhood that paved some road leading me to this point, I would have to say something about all the funny people who surrounded me for the last 26,872 days (and counting). Somewhere along that road, I became a big fan of laughter and the comedy that spawns it – and, I mean not only my own laughter, but the laughter of others, some of which I have actually been responsible for inducing.
By John Oliver Smitha day ago in Humor
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Brilliant. Utterly mad. Completely alive. 🔥