OpenLinkNight: There goes the neighborhood

Street Art Festival, Richmond, VA

Earlier today i read an article on the cannibal
cult in Brazil that made empanadas
of a woman then gave them away
or sold them to neighbors

& if you want to really know yours,
secure an invitation to dinner, and rifle
their medicine cabinet

but don't let the water run
too long, masking the rattle of pills,
as you read the labels, or they will
figure out what you are doing

there is security in knowing they
are medicated, if metal, and in the knowledge
you need to wash your hands more frequently
after perusing that tube of rash creme

(And before you judge, you know
you have done it too---as they have to you---
right now you're wondering
what's in mine, oh---i'm not telling---
come over)

you can never be too careful
our kids play little league together,
have sleep-overs and we tell jokes by the fences
with false laughter---hahahaha.

ha.

this is unreliable though, because who isn't
on something these days---we are not that
much different

instead, i excuse myself from the dinner table,
slip out the back door, find your chairs---
the ones on the veranda or in the middle
of the yard & sit in them

this way i can see what you saw,
what you choose in the placing
to let your eyes fall upon and what not,
is the sun at your shoulder or in your face,
where are the flowers & where are the ashes---wait,
is that---

Worse yet, is to find no chairs,
Imagining the cannibals behind the walls
of their making, carving the last pound
of their own flesh, as thin as they can
to keep from starving

Tonight, let's forgo the games,
get the tooth picks, top drawer next
to the stove, & glue, lots of glue---

We'll build furniture, a table, some chairs
& find the perfect place to sit,
together, enjoying---new views.

OpenLinkNight @ dVerse Poets - time to write something poetic and come join the flash mob of verse---we have been waiting on you. Smiles. Doors open at 3 pm DST.