Shun the Past Carry the Flask
"milkwoman put
the bottles in the box wired to the fence
home delivery kept its distance gossip by the quart
wild red roses climbed around the lid thorns the color of envy"...[*2013 Quote Sage Sweetwater]
those women
with no appeal slathered on their phoniness
sepia rouge stains their unsculpteresque cheeks
wrinkles told in cipher as straight as the crow flies
quotes from diaries
quilt patterns and when
the cream separator came into common use
to hell with the gentle tamers and sun-bonneted helpmates
her own story
hell-raiser with no lack of influence
shun the past carry the flask write the carnal and raw
smoking buck venison in a hollowed-out tree archetypal doe overtly sexual
you've encountered me
dirt road philosophy you wonder where I lead
well I'll tell you they'll never pave this last dirt road
few have had the ability to follow the dirt road all the way up to me
Copyright Ms. Sage Sweetwater, Celebrity firebrand lesbian novelist
*2013 Quote Sage Sweetwater as a child living in the late 1950s and early-mid 1960s when milk was delivered in glass bottles.
You're right, I'll never reach the end of that dirt road to your soul. Some woman stole that years ago.
Ron
you are chiseled in depth and perceptions
she may not have all them helpers anymore though
but I know how to throw down in my kitchen too
how to have fun with butter & cream of the cream
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Vickie xo