Poem: Orgy In The Pantry

Poem by Jack Brummet

Orgy In The Pantry

 Muffled voices murmur counterpoint music,
And sing-song transactions hum
Through the wood and plaster, doors and walls.

The push and pull of iambic conversation,
And the percussive boom of laughter
Skein a polyrhythmic framework
Over a symphony of voices.

A rustling sound upstairs
Wakes me. I get out of bed
And edge up the stairs.
The sounds pull into focus
And the parts begin to emerge.

I hear heavy breathing, moaning,
A rhythmic thumping, and groans and giggles.

Shuffling to the pantry,
I ease the door open,
Walking between nylons, belts, bras,
T-shirts, striped trousers, a housedress,
Skirts, vests, thongs, shoes and socks,
Camisoles, panties, and sweaters,
A toque, old school garter belt, monocle, and top hat.

I step in and nearly trip over Mr. Peanut,
Lying on his back with a Grand Coulee grin
And Sara Lee in fishnet stockings straddling him,
Rubbing peanut butter on her nether parts.

Snap, Crackle and Pop are on the floor, chained
In various conjugations with the Campbell Soup Twins.

Aunt Jemima and Chef Boy-Ar-Dee
Are in the corner, half undressed,
Staring into each others eyes
And sharing a bottle of wine.

Duncan Hines is against the wall
Watching. . .getting solo kicks ,
Digging the scene at a voyeur remove
Where spectation trumps participation.

Uncle Ben and Speedy Alka Seltzer
Sip mint juleps, watching the Doublemint Twins'
Synchronous Messopotamian strip-tease.

Mr. Clean and Tony The Tiger are oiled up
Like Greeks, grappling on the pine floorboards.

Enveloped in a churning cloud of flour,
Betty Crocker's housedress is hiked up around her hips,
Arms on the Pilsbury Doughboy's shoulders.

The Jolly Green Giant and Mrs. Butterworth
Waltz around the pantry
And Mrs. B's feet never touch the floor.

Captain Crunch, Colonel Sanders,
Bazooka Joe and The Frito Bandido
Sit in a circle, passing a bong
And laughing at the show.

I don't know if I'm dreaming or awake,
If I should go to sleep or wake up,
Quit dreaming I'm awake
Or quit imagining I'm asleep.

I don't know whether to
Spectate, participate, or abrogate.
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