The second spoonful of peanut butter,
You methodically chew, the broken nuts
Are rocks and your molars are sledge hammers
Swinging down like they belonged to prisoners in leg irons
In that Paul Newman movie where he stuffed himself on
Hard boiled eggs just to win a bet.
You imagine your teeth now, singing freedom songs,
Dreaming of the day they will be loosened from their roots
Take wing and fly away.
You are a little crazy in the way you allow your imagination
to go off like that.
You go back to concentrating on the chewing
Which, however methodical it is, is not compulsive
Your compulsion is to swallow the whole spoonful
And then swallow another one,
Like you did the first one.
Comments
Neil McKay
May 14, 2013
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First draft. Some parts
First draft. Some parts might be worth saving.
Jennifer Dixey
May 19, 2013
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Please keep a lot of it ...
There's something about this one. :)
Clayton Medeiros
May 20, 2013
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It tickles.
There are wonderful references and associations that you can build on, even the name of the movie given your theme. Repetition might add to the already strong sense of inevitability. Cool and one of my favorite films.