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driving home from the cinema

red_ascot — Fri, 19 Dec 2008 03:02:41 +0000

we drove home from the film in silence that night
not out of anger, spite, or resentment
i think we were just soaking it in
and i didnt say what i felt because
i could tell you had loved it

and really,
i was just an actor myself
in our own movie then
but for a second, with no witty lines
only listening, though intently

to the drone of the wheels on the highway
and bathing in the ecstatic scent
of your cucumber-melon shampoo
overpowering that new-car smell
the whole ride home

After the Bomb

arjune — Thu, 18 Dec 2008 21:34:30 +0000

A little bead of sweat rolls down my cheek
and falls to the ground
Right there in the middle of the cucumbers
I look up at the sun beating down
cant believe it’s this hot
in the middle of November
I pull off my gardening gloves
and look at the neat rows
feels weird to be planting
in the middle of winter
I stand up
and feel my back pop
Stretching I feel my muscles groan
from a long day’s work
Still, there are mouths to feed
and we all pull our share
I watch the young ones
running water down the rows
Funny, I never thought I would be a mother
but somehow the lost ones always find me
I never turned one away even when it meant
we all had to tighten our belts
Luckily some of the grown ones find their way too
or we would never survive
Fondly I remember the taste of soda pop
and the feel of cool air conditioning
on a hot summer day
In many ways we are better now
It’s peaceful here
and lonely

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A Beginner’s Guide to Sushi

Heather — Thu, 18 Dec 2008 18:30:44 +0000

Don’t just get the plain
Cucumber roll. Try something
that’s hard to pronounce.

The Midnight Crowd

JessAnn — Thu, 18 Dec 2008 08:41:39 +0000

At nearly one in the morning,
The store isn’t busy.
Still,
I can’t get to where I want to be.
The discount bins,
From the middle of the wide aisle,
Stand in my way.
Crowding the path,
As if I were shopping,
With hundreds of faceless people.
Connecting the faceless bins,
With unmoving shopping carts,
Overflowing with five dollar DVDs,
Dirty yellow tape
Bearing the words,
“Waxing in progress,
Please keep off.”
I reach my hand over
The constrictive barrier,
Straining to reach what I want.
Unable to touch it,
I shrug my shoulders,
“Guess I’ll go sniff
The cucumber melon lotion,
Again.”

Long and Green

bartcow — Wed, 17 Dec 2008 23:16:53 +0000

Perhaps the only vegetable to completely lose its identity when placed in vinegar, I wonder why I have a problem with you in any form.

There was once a salad at a German restaurant, that was kind of nice. It had more to do with the dressing than you, so what is your point?

The only thing you’re good for is stretched puns like cucumberbund and variations on the word “pickle”.

I guess it’s nothing personal, really.

I just hate you, that’s all.

Raita

muttmutt — Wed, 17 Dec 2008 18:48:04 +0000

Yogurt, tomato and cucumber,
Pinch of cumin & salt
A fire extinguisher

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Crunch more cukes here!