My friend likes to make my life difficult. The prompt: write a poem using the words spleen, candy, freckle, menace, coil, tractor, puppet, flee. Well, I did it. Enjoy.


A tight coil of tension

Is wound and wound between us.

Our sick, cotton-candy smiles mean nothing.

Our menace and hate

Boil across our faces like angry freckles.

If we could flee from one another, we would,

Abandon the ruptured spleen of our love.

With puppet grins and puppet lies

We keep ourselves tied to this charade,

Going through our days

On a low, rumbling tractor of malcontent,

We bide our time until someone explodes.

Then we can justify a separation.