Confessions of Inanimate Objects

Confessions of Pistachio Pudding The pudding said to the whipped cream "I love the way you feel on top of me... all light and sugary...but I have a confession I was not always a bowl of Pistachio Pudding I used to be Lancelot And I suspect you were once Guinevere I suspect that maybe Dave Matthews Was once Mozart I suspect that writers reciprocally create the same masterpieces over and over again Just changing them But leaving the same message and thus "Twinkle, Twinkle Little Star," became "Satellite" I suspect that possibly Arthur Laurents was William Shakespeare and that's why Westside Story and Romeo and Juliet are so similar I suspect a lot of things that animate objects would never suspect When your inanimate you see things others can't and so my delectable whipped cream I suspect I have known you before Confessions of a Blowtorch The Blowtorch said to the Steel “I am going to enjoy this More than you know Believe you me We reap what we sow Like bright burning fire turns wood to gray ashes Like a Singapore criminal that gets thirteen lashes It is now my turn to burn into you For three past lives I suffered through You were rubber while I was glue You were the slaughterhouse while I cried out “Moo!” You were the white man And my people the Sioux But the past is the past We start a new And this is my turn “to do” what I do Like kismet karma on a merry-go-round The truth is false The lost is found I burn you steel I feel your pain I’ve cried your cry I feel no shame.” It should be ironically noted that the steel was in no way hurt or bothered by the flame of the blow torch Excerpt from: The Chemicals Between Us By: Joseph DeMarco