Sourdough and Sharp Cheddar

My friend flew to Paris

Sunday morning

she drank espresso at a café

on the Champs Elysees

Each day she would come to the café at one

and flirt with the waiter while she waited on him

to bring her sourdough and sharp cheddar

with just a touch of Dijon

By KF Mosca

Copyright © 2012

Feasting on the Innocent

 

 

                                                                   Dance!            Dance!          Dance!

          

                                                                             Little pumpkin princess

                                                                              sweet cherry ballerina

                                                                                   virgin temple

                                                                                 rent.....in......two

                                                                    Twirl!              Twirl!            Twirl!

                                                                                 Knotting the strings

                                                                                    as silent screams

                                                                                fall on uncaring ears

                                                                                    Slicing through

                                                                                the tender white flesh

                                                                                 as the Northern star

                                                                                   would not be..........diminished

                                                                   Come!               Come!                Come!

                                                                                To the banquet table

                                                                                     God is carving

                                                                                the succulent prime rib

                                                                                 He commands Satan

                                                                                 to

                                                                                 pass the horseradish

                                                                                 to.......the................ faithful

                                                                     Eat!                     Eat!                     Eat!

                                                                                 Mechanically feeding from

                                                                                the trough of a legion of pigs

                                                                                   until all are overflowing

                                                                                Gone in a puff of burnt ash

                                                                                as

                                                                                the white dove still searches

                                                                                for.......a soul........to steal

By KF Mosca

Copyright © 2012

End of Summer

How can she be so cruel

                          to sweep me away

                                                                            and leave me alone

                                             as autumn sings her funeral song

                                        This longing that within me aches

                                                      to wrap myself in summer’s arms 

                                                                  as  spring set forth to wipe away

                                                                                                the sleep

                                                                                               that formed

                                                                                                        upon

                                                                                                      my eyes

         

                                      Then she came by summer breezes

                                      flowing through

                                                     her gown of white

                                                              and I knew that I loved her

                                                                          through her warmth

                                                                                                   she held

                                                                                                           me tight

                                             Embraced by love eternal

                                                    lover of mine, 

                                                                             I

                                                                             cannot

                                                                                      let

                                                                                          go

                                          the end of summer is my madness

                                                     her arms are chilled 

                                                                               as sleep

                                                                                         enfolds me

By KF Mosca

Copyright © 2012

Thrift Sto' Shue Blues

                                                Cain’t afford smokes
                                                Cain’t afford booze
                                                          Cain’t afford gas
                                                          Cain’t afford shues

                                                                                  I think I got the thrift sto’ shue blues

                          I broke up with my man
                                       he was the cheatin’ kind
                                            moved out on my own
                                                        now I’m nothin’ but broke

All my money went here...........
                                                                                 ............all my money went there
                                                        

                                                      the next thing I know
                                                   ain’t got no money nowhere

                       

                        Went to walk in the rain
                                  felt my feet get all wet
                                         looked down at my shue
                                                     saw a hole in my sole

                                                                            Went to the local Thrift Sto'
                                                                                    saw some cute tennie shues
                                                                             slipped my foot right on in
                                                                                       they were the perfect fit

             Took my shues to the man
                       he said they’re a dolla ninety-nine
                                 said com’on Mister PLEASE!
                                          make then one twenty-nine

                                                                              He said there’s no way in hell
                                                                                I can drop down that price
                                                                              you’re outta luck pretty lady
                                                                                                       

                                                                                                   but you sho' look real nice

                So I picked up my pride
                           took my one twenty-nine
                                       walked out the door
                                              as the sun began to shine

                                                                                      One thing I’ve learned
                                                                                      and I’m happy to report
                                                                                     ain’t with no cheatin’ man
                                                                                    though I may be plum broke 

                                                  Can’t afford smokes
                                                    can’t afford booze
                                                     can’t afford gas
                                                   can’t afford shues
                                               

                                                                               I know I got the thrift sto’ shue blues

By KF Mosca

Copyright © 2012

Mean Old Nasty Rooster

                                                  

                                                   When I was just a little girl

about the age of 6

my momma had a hen house

where this mean

old

                          rooster

                                                 lived

One day while I was minding

the business of my self

that mean old nasty rooster

got to chasing me round the yard

Peck,

 peck,

 pecking

 at my little legs

run, 

run,

running

as fast as I could

to get to the

top

of

 my metal swing set

YELLING

for my daddy

&

CRYING

for my momma

&

kicking at that

mean old nasty rooster

Well...

daddy chased that rooster

round and round the yard

with his

BIG OLD leather belt.....

whipping its ass but good

Daddy put that rooster in a metal cage

and momma took it to the pound

that mean old nasty rooster

got what was coming to him . . .

                                                                  .... He got

                                                                              put

                                                                               into

                                                                                           the ground

By KF Mosca

Copyright © 2012

Shadowed Memory

 

A shadowed memory

walks beside me

…an innocence                lost

She tenderly holds secrets

in a little red suitcase that

                                                                       

                                                         she

                                                                      swings

                                                                                   

                                                                                    to

                                                                       

                                                                        and

                                   

                                    fro

Guarding her

precious cargo

as she plays

h o p s c o t c h

… on the

                              Bell

Avenue

                              blacktop

By KF Mosca

Copyright © 2012

Strong Boxes

He’s had a LOT of hardships

                              in his life

                  He does NOT

                                understand WHY 

                                                   he feels the way he does

 or is depressed

                          or cannot 

                                             shed

                                                     a

                                                        tear

He has done everything possible

                                                                                   to get away

from his personal demons

  Never looking at them

Face to Face

             Instead of GRIEVING

                                          and ALLOWING himself to

                                                        

                                                               FEEL    THE    PAIN

                                                           
                                                    He puts the hurts into

                                                                             
                                                  little strong boxes

                                                                     

                                                      and COVERS them                               

                                                                     with concrete

                                                                                        until he thinks

                                                                                   

                                                                                        they are no longer there

By KF Mosca

Copyright © 2012