Waited for the peaches to come

The labors were waiting
Intense as a log
Under the vanilla sun
Brrr and freezing
The kitchen mirrors were leaning
Golden flash in the morning
Clear as the tunnels of night
Long as the day clears butter
And the locksmith locks down
Two beds and a coat
Under the underarm drawer
Waiting for more
Just as the prophet warned
The nephew showed up
All full of litter down the drain
And the leftover leftover
Waiting for the lists too long
Under the underwear drawers
Where the fear travels long
But not too far
Just the length of a spindle
Large enough for a bang
When the printer is working
It's on and off sound
It's just a timpani
Warming up for the musical
With the wire off and the skin on
Nothing for the holding
Just leather and beaches
And the ok coral
But you were looking for peaches
When I ate the pits
Lessons of the hereafter
Were leaving me behind
Just behind the jet skiis
Where the onions fried
And the toasters gerbilled
Their tongue twisted ways
Before the aftermath
Left them speaking in tongues
I could not add it up
How they all got here
It made me tense
Present tense
Before the removals arrived
Their assistants left behind
One walrus, a petrie dish, and a muffin
I didn't know what to do
So I fired up the bunsen
let the new york specials fry
Cooked capitals but the flavors changed
And the water whined
Just before the kool aid turned
To vinegar and the water to wine
Jesus on the trampoline
Wining and dining
Waiting for his tea
And all the muffins
When the hours would meet
In  past tense harvest
Of yesteryears sucess
And your failure to know
It's not your fault
But it is
And it's mine
But I'm in denial
Just like friends
Wearing superficial remover
When the time comes
For debate to follow
And the rest turned up backwards
But the forwards wasn't too bad
Dressed in its covers doing the math
It would not add up
I removed myself
Dusk between the sheets
And waitied for the peachs to come.

Denis Streeter  8/26/12