pumpkin carver

just because I cut open
your head and scooped out
all the things I didn't want
wet slimy stringy brains
and slippery seeds of ideas

just because I gouged your face
making your eyes look straight
slicing a new view to my liking
opening your mouth when I was ready

doesn't mean you have to insist
on sitting there dead and empty
feeling your own slow rot
and refusing me anything
but that crooked smile


			© Chuck Beals   October 1999