I watch a lot of foodnetwork
a channel that often emphasizes
the presentation and beauty of food
however, today the epiphany struck hard
that no matter how good a piece of food looks
the next day inevitably it looks the same
dirtying the waters of my toilet bowl
floating/sinking liquid/solid
black, filthy, wretched poo
Day: July 12, 2008
Beauty requires suffering
poetryGrease, hot porky grease
splattering, popping, flying,
landing on my breast,
bared and shirtless,
burning, scalding, scarring
all in the name of
ham and cheese omelettes.
lightly laughing in inevibilities
poetrydancing, dabbling with the funky folk
simply smiling away the evening
not noting the things flying flapping
buzzing
in our ears
behind bare
lakes, legs
slapped – stoked and bitten
they really is
blood sucking morons