Pumpkins Popping

greg skidmore

They say in prison

you can hear the pumpkins pop.

Every day I hear

the shoe drop.

Step forward

till you stop.

For love or money.

Honey, look at me

I didn't do it

for money.

La petite mort

in your arms forever.

Published by greg skidmore

30 years a professional chef now retired and involved in commentary, creative writing and all things lyrical  View profile

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