Booze… on The Far Side of the Mountain
September 25, 2007
Mattaman McKearnee
September 26, 2007

You boiled the apples.
APPLES, Sarai, APPLES!!
Dingy, bobbing putrefaction;
APPLE BABIES!!!

Oh for the saving grace of Mary@%#$&!
—stuttered Sarai in her apron-of-mother
speckled with mustard, spackled with
jam

Give me the irate water!!
he shouted, doing battle,
stick of pine wrapped between
blistered digits, whipping the rim

COME AT ME! You vile Calphalon!
As he hacked at the steel, left
no more stainless, but jagged bent
and roughly abused.
he tortured it, hung by its only
handle

and asked it:
What have you told Nebuchadnezzar?
WHAT HAVE YOU?!?

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