The Turkey Is Too Dry, by Andrew Rymill Subscribe to rss feed for Andrew Rymill

various punctuation,
leave their strange hats
in the small
of my cloak room.

usually i have
a small
 folding table 
in the kitchen 
set up for thirteen.

they each sit
& drink 
from the 
cuppletts of sound.

their plates
are heaped  with
the dumplings of symbols.

always waits for
the final image
to come hot
from the oven.

Often the punctuation
coughs & complains 
that the turkey
is too dry.
Posted: 2018-11-26 20:38:32 UTC

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