Ode to a Gamy Pickle

Here’s a pretty lame attempt at E.E. Cummings-style wordplay from what seems like a century ago. Surprisingly, it was published in a local publication (Camens Expeditus) at the time. Obviously meant to be tongue-in-cheek (no pun intended) it was just a fun little number, not unlike Steve Miller Band’s “Hot Chili”, except you can;t really dance to it…

 

  -ODE TO A GAMY PICKLE-  

 

Not          quite        green

Too white                

             to   be       true
The seeds f
                 a      l
                           l

                         in a
sideways
                                          glance 
                                             leaving
hollow

sounding
eyes

Lumpy
           Scaly
Slimy 
            Phosphoresence
                                                                                     Transmogrification
of a
Cucumber
              to
              a
              greasy
                       Dill

                                                                                           Brine

Soapy tasting water…
          Sour 
     to the touch
                                                                                                     It turns
                                                                      my gaze away
for fear of being invited
                                    to dine
                                     upon
                                        it

                             Hard skin
                            Impassible
                           Too tough to 
                 breach

Yet
                                 inside

                                                               Soft 
                                                    unsolid
                                                                       mass
                                                                 of
                                                                         pulpish
                                                              gore
I can not
             stand
                it
              any      longer


I must cast
                  it
                    into
                         the
                               A
                                 b
                                  y
                                    s
                                      s

© AR Howerton 1993
 

 
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