September 1, 2021

chucky gravy 3rd draft


great challenge idea Ingrid! look forward to hearing everyone else's poem, i'll be back later to listen



don’t take no lumps

                                out of my gravy

i say don’t beat no lumps

                                out of my gravy

cause i’ve been craving baked potato

i’ve been craving dirt fruit

put something gritty on my plate

put some soil in my soul

thirty minutes in the oven

                                is eternal

and i’ve been craving rain on hot pavement

trees with thick leaves to hide me from the sun

i’ve been craving playground simplicity

i’ve been craving crystal balls that know it all

                                and never tell

so don’t take those lumps

                                out of my gravy

oh hell no

don’t you steal no lumps

                                from my gravy

                                cause i’ve been craving love

the kind that chases me down

put both hands on the back of my neck

                when you kiss me

i’ve been craving metaphoric moon landings

and lost fate duct tape contraptions

the rehydration of the earth

streets alive, café windows full of people

eyes full of smiles, faces full of porkchop

                                (pass the gravy)

i’ve been craving wasting all my time

in old blue fords on old dirt roads

a magic stone to skip all the way to the other shore

stevie wonder’s superstition and my cherie amour

                                (pass the gravy)

that lumpy candy

cause i’m craving something chucky, something savory

something funky

                something sassy

                                it’s not crazy

just means i’m hungry for more

whatever blessing be for me

that desire

                                that earth-fire

put the fleet in my feet

put the hustle in my whistle

                                feed the soil to my soul

and pass the gravy 



posted for dverse

15 comments:

  1. Oh yes, pass the gravy! I love it :-) Great to hear you read, and I love that you sometimes whisper your refrain 'pass the gravy' - adding to the sound effects!

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  2. Excellent. Enjoyed every second of it, especially you reference to "craving dirt fruit"

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  3. So entertaining and profound. Shared on twitter. We should all be so excited for the lumps in life!

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  4. I love the metaphor of those lumps in the gravy... we need those little things to chew on.

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  5. So MANY wonderful lines ~~ my favorite ~~ ‘ i’ve been craving wasting all my time in old blue fords on old dirt roads’ ~
    Cheers!

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  6. What would life be without those little things?

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  7. "whatever blessing be for me."

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  8. "i’ve been craving metaphoric moon landings
    and lost fate duct tape contraptions
    the rehydration of the earth
    streets alive, café windows full of people
    eyes full of smiles, faces full of porkchop"


    This is where the poem shifts into higher gear - I loved this piece so much, Phillip!

    Yours,
    David [ben Alexander]

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  9. ..."streets alive, cafe windows full of people, eyes full of smiles, faces full of pokchop chop" Yeah! I'm crving being with people too. Great write, Phillip.


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  10. ....porkchop, that is .... my mouse seemed to go awry somehow!

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  11. This is absolutely exquisite! I especially love; "and i’ve been craving rain on hot pavement trees with thick leaves to hide me from the sun/i’ve been craving playground simplicity."💝💝

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  12. This was fantastic! It was so good to you hear you tell it too Phillip. Oh those lumps in the gravy, rill isn’t! ☺️💕

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  13. It was meant to stay Brilliant! 🤣

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  14. I love this! The rhythm and repetition, and so many wonderful lines.

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  15. Sorry I'm so late to the party, Phillip. This one just tore at me--it's not sad, or any sadder than a face full of pork chops, but it seemed to remind me of a self I once had. All the cravings are so full of life, so loving of life. Just an excellent poem and I could quote line after line, but I really dug "..wasting all my time/in old blue fords on old dirt roads/a magic stone to skip all the way to the other shore/stevie wonder’s superstition and my cherie amour..."

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