Pena
Her little head clinking
Like uh barrel of red velvet balls
Full past noise
Treats filled `er eyes
Turning them yellow like enamel coated tacks
Soft like butter hard not t` pour
Out enjoying the sun while sitting on
Uh turned on waffle iron
Smoke billowing up from between her legs
Made me vomit beautifully
`n crush uh chandelier
Fall on my stomach `n view her
>From uh thousand happened facets
Liquid red salt ran over crystals
I later band-aided the area
Sighed
Oh well it was worth it
Pena pleased but sore from sitting
Chose t` stub `er toe
`n view the white pulps horribly large
In their red pockets
I`m tired of playing baby,` she explained
`n out of uh blue felt box let escape
One yellow butterfly the same size
Its droppings were tiny green phosphorus worms
That moved in tuck `n rolls that clacked
`n whispered in their confinement
Three little burnt scotch taped windows
Several yards away
Mouths open t` tongues that vibrated
`n lost saliva
Pena exclaimed, `That`s the raspberries