< poison >

I feel you Lemmy...in spirit!

Strider :)

The first and the last sentence are such contrasting master-strokes. I am adding this one.

wonderful
cautionary tale'o

thee humanStain
thee humanToxin

rite on LemmyRay

I'd change 'good' to 'potent' but I don't want to step on your minimalist toes.
Great concept that has that personal feel to it.

In that respect, most poisons kill slowly. Humanity consists of many potions and poisons.

I'll stick this on the wall because the grim sisters' abstract painting is just as compelling as your words.

Not so much 'minimalist' as 'plain-spoken';
but yes, that was the idea.

The 'grim sisters' (who seem to be a single
person, how apropos) work is pretty interesting.
Love appropriating (stealing) images to use in
my poems. Most fun.
 
Peter Piper picked a peck of poisoned peppers;
A peck of poisoned peppers Peter Piper picked;
If Peter Piper picked a peck of poisoned peppers,
Where's the peck of poisoned peppers Peter Piper picked?

I suppose in that case we call it 'straightforward', something I'm more.accustomed to these days
but
potato potatto tomato tomatto pepper melon.

oh, no! not 'straightforward'! that simply
wouldn't DO for poetry. must preserve some
aspect of devious...
 
 'not-many-big-wordinessousnous'

(OK, I read it. Went away. read it. Went away. that's normal for me. Then I came back and laughed out loud because the art just looked like a ghost-person pooping and that cracked me up. Because I'm highbrow like that.)

I really dug this, it's sort of casually brutal. Love the ability to tell an entire story, beginning to end, in such a short form. Really, this was well done. (Pooping ghosts aside, it was a great piece.)
Betty

Well now damn, i kinda liked the art, American Primitivism and all.  
It reminds me of the stuff my sister used to paint when we  
were kids. i see it as a wee devil-person jumping over a fire  
that's shaped like a Hershey's Kiss. All Hallows' Eve, Samhain,  
and even more portentously: Chaharshanbe Suri*, an ancient
Iranian festival dating back to the early Zoroastrian's
where one of the main rituals involves jumping over fire.
But yes, my sister painted poo as well. She was like that.  
   
*http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Chaharshanbe_Suri#Last_Wednesday_of_the_year  
 

Dude, I LOVE the art. I just had an alternate-universe interp for a minute. (That's all it takes, just a slip, and my inner Bevis and Butthead show up and are like heh heh heh, you said Hershey Kiss.) Again, cool art, good poem. B

oh, well, i'm guessing the discomfort caused by the conflicting,  
yet terribly similar cognitions of chocolate kisses, extruded poo,  
and childhood trauma activated a few paranormal insecurities
over here on my side of the border, so never mind, i'm pitifully
happy again, thanks, carry on...