Tuesday, January 16, 2007

I found some more cannibal poems! I remembered writing these, but I thought they were lost forever.

Directions to My Room

When you are more experienced,
choose a postman.

Come inside my kitchen.

Dispense with the brain,
small and easily pickled.

Use a new form of preservation.

You might want sterilization
before ascending the stairs.

You don’t want light green in your brain
or in your cellar.

Watch out for the fuzz.

This postman might not be a good choice.


Anonymous said...

What an interesting poem Christine. Such an odd piece- Very Hitchcock. Thanks for posting it.

Christine said...


must eat brains.