One more past due

[dandelion.wine]

She said he was frail,
but I begged for release,
from dear abigail,
to express respect for deceased

uncles and cousins and twice
removed parents;
though knowing her answer
as quite apparent.

"One should strive for a kind
of contrasting realities,
to oppose and come back-"
She was such a bad tease.

I told her, "I once twisted my ankle
on the path through the garden,
imagine my sorrow, in shiny new shoes"
how shallow of her, to ask for some sardines.

So I stubbed my left toe
on her left eye-lobe,
and wearing my bath robe,
buried her in the snow.

She sneezed so distastefully
that I listened with interest
when she screamed out in rich
and moderate tones, "I'm a fish!"

[camus]

"of contrasting realities,"

should perhaps be

of contrasting reality,

Fun read, the twists and turns of langage work well. Although I think it delves too far into the absurd to be considered a worthy poem.

I liked it though.