Tomato Juice

Tomato Juice

A Poem by Kenneth The Poet

Stuck in a rut,
trying to find the
right prose to go
with the prompt
I have chosen.

Tomato juice, anyone?

Odd choice I know,
but with the hellish,
scathing, swampy
atmospheric conditions
we’ve had of late below
the forty-ninth as of late,
a cold glass of the
most crimson of
fruity vegetables
was and still is the
order of the moment.

Of course,
it must be spiked
with the cheapest
piss-water brew
you can find and
the buzz can be
immediate or
prolonged
depending
upon the
constitution
that chooses
to partake in
its fermented,
effervescent
glory.

And I think to myself,
rather oddly,
rather strangely,
rather forcefully,
if the Edward Cullen
wannabes out there
would drink it and
call it animal blood.

And I wonder
if the kids that
love open wrist
wounds would
think the
Poor Man’s
Bloody Mary
matched the
hue of the fluid
that leeched liberally
from their
intentional openings.

Of course,
I have my own
trials and tribulations
like everybody else
and I prefer the
razor blade to
work against
the concrete
on my still
unfinished
basement
floor
project.

I’m a cruel,
malevolent
b*****d, aren’t I?

No wonder the
other internet
trolls call me
a fat waste of
space.

Whatever,
my skin
has thickened
in recent times,
and the tomato juice
concoction helps it
grows all the thicker.
So, in the end,
does this work
have anything
at all to do with
tomato juice?

Not bloody likely.

© 2011 Kenneth The Poet


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the waitress in the roadside diner brought my friend and i each a small glass of warmish tomato juice...i immediately complained to my friend about the size and the warmth and the price...he raised his glass to his lips and drank it down and said, 'praise the lord'...

Posted 13 Years Ago


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Now tell me why in the world I am now craving a cool glass of Tomato Juice......I have no idea, but I am. A fantastic piece Kenneth and you are NOT a waste of space. I find you to be very magnificent!

Posted 13 Years Ago


The way you come across a subject and go from Point A to Point B with it is very much your own, and never fails to amuse me. And yes, I will take a glass with some cracked pepper and a dash of no-name worcestershire, thanks.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Indeed, not bloody likely. A most interesting take on life via the lubricant of tomato juice and beer. Quite well done, Sir Kenneth. Now about that basement project.... :) LOL Bottoms up.

Posted 13 Years Ago


Interesting work..Sunflower

Posted 13 Years Ago


the waitress in the roadside diner brought my friend and i each a small glass of warmish tomato juice...i immediately complained to my friend about the size and the warmth and the price...he raised his glass to his lips and drank it down and said, 'praise the lord'...

Posted 13 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I'm in for a hot and spicy bloody Mary. You went to a few places in this poem. Life can give us many things. Best to use them to better our self or not. Thank you for the entertaining poem. I will make me a bloody Mary right now. Thank you for a excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 13 Years Ago



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