*Photo courtesy of Evangeline Vickery
“Pigheaded”
Dirty pig head up on the road rail.
Placed their by loyal disciples.
You can see it,
grimy, piggy, severed.
In another death, perhaps served upon a platter.
Blank eyes, snout stiff, hairs bristling.
An object of desire.
Bacon crisping in a cast iron skillet.
Fuego, framing ham, tongue clears the yearning lips.
Piggly wiggly bubbles and squeek.
Sausage links, hash hearted haberdashery.
Kitchen succulence whiffed off of my cotton coat, later that day.
Damn, I’m hungry again.
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Published by Christopher Hickey
Welcome to my effort. Yes, as a great procrastinator, it requires great effort to stay focused on something productive that matters to me. I’ll find any old excuse to traipse from project to project, and I rarely end up at the place I started. I find this maddening, and exhaustive. So it is with high hopes, and a greater grasp of self-awareness, that I embark upon staying the course so to speak.
I enjoy writing. Be it blogs, fiction, poetry, etc. I love the craft and the act of creation, the art in and of itself, for it’s own sake and end. I am happy to be able to do it.
Some stats:
Born: March 1974
Education:
St.Francis de Sales, Charlestown MA
Don Bosco Technical High School, Boston MA
University of Massachusetts at Lowell, Lowell MA
Bunker Hill Community College, Charlestown MA
DePaul University, Chicago, IL
North Virginia Community College, Arlington VA
Harvard Extension School, Cambridge MA
Place of residence: Somewhere in the land of metro Boston. It’s vaguely familiar and becoming home more and more by the day, but when you come from “The Town” all else fails by comparison.
Favorite Color: I’m partial to all forms of blue.
Favorite Author: c’mon! don’t expect me to answer that, there are too many.
I enjoy memories of playing 80’s Atari better than playing any advanced gaming system that exists today.
Some day:
Hope to be recognized for my paper clip collection. As well as my 27 rejected applications to Ringling Bros. and Barnum & Bailiey Clown college.
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That picture would have been awesome for my latest.
I like this porky poem its squiggly wiggly
once I trimmed the fat, it really squealed