Monday, September 06, 2004

Gelatin Crematorium (poem)

Green Jello is warm,
And it makes me want to scream.
I want to sleep in it,
And have wet, green dreams.
So give me green jello,
Until I can't take anymore.
Maybe I'll give you some,
And then kick you out the door.

Originally published in The Binnacle in 1995.

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