stiletto crow - poetry show

Free Ranging Pig

The teddy bear is from the 1950s,
rescued from a rose garden,
judiciously pruned,
softening the trotter trail,
bellowing false laughter,
piglets hanging onto teets
for dear life
and for the sake of blooms.

The trimmed toothbrush
is caked with salty paste,
granular as river water
glinting in the new digital dawn,
capital lettering branded
on its muscley blue stem.

The jeans you're wearing hide satin,
waxed tints and a damp low tide
dangled from the mouth's numb kisses
and eleven o'clock oaths,
the disappeared haunts of monthly mayflies
and pushers.