Thursday, March 30, 2017

Eat This: a poem


Ineffable.
Wrap the word around
the spicy meat of the matter,
shake in a few definitions,
lightly,
layer with fresh conversation,
jalapeno pepper conflict,
hints of minty reflection,
perhaps a dab of honey mustard artwork or
mayonnaise music.
Stomach it?
No calories
are ever guaranteed.



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