101720c

 

Night of the Living Tubers!

From their black beds they rise,

Eyes in every cranny,

Floating from garden

To door or window,

Revenge hot in their

Starchy little hearts,

Thump thump thump,

An insistent beat.

Don’t let ‘em in, I scream,

Then I wake up.

Every damn time

I wonder,

What if next time

I don’t?

 

110219b

lethal dose consumed

before the pangs began

the spuds had eyes

090619d

Sure, the pickles seemed harmless, until the potatoes armed them.

040319c

the potatoes
watched her every move
the eyes have it

102317c

It was the GMO potatoes that did it. Breaking thru the foundation, soaring from earth geysers, airborne tubers, polychromatic stratospheric bursts, an ivory carbogenic blizzard. Neal just had had enough, jalopied out, Californy bound. Oil or no, Beverly was the place he oughta be.