June´s Cleaver
oooh Ward…
she mumbles under her breath
Ward strapped in leather
cracks his whip
choke holds
her pearls
breaking the strand
each bead
pings
onto the linoleum
clean it up
Bitch
before
the Beav comes home
oooh Wally…
she wonders if he can hear
the muffled screams
her nose now in the nap
of the wall to wall carpet
scrambling out
shredded slip
she reaches
for the cleaver
oooh Eddie…
golly Mrs. Cleaver
what are you going to do with that thing
on this beautiful morning?
Grade 5 – Sister Sylveria on the Recorder
Blow you ol’ crow
Blow
It’s your job
Hot air
Side blinders on
Marching onward
Trying to save my sorry-ass soul
The spit
Drips
On
My
Desk
Puddle enough to baptize a flea
Clanking beads
Against the crucifix
Blended with blurts
Hurts
Reaching toward
Your high heavens
Plummeting my fiery spirit
Into the depths of hell
Blow you ol’ bag of wind
It Blows!
Julie Clement is a local artist, mother and poet. ClementineDotArt.com
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