animal fat congealing
forming solid mass on the surface of the
pepper red soup fondue
like feet on a swiss ball
you’d never indulge yourself to eat
and curdled blood served as a delicacy
sometimes you just need
liver diced into meat flowers
a little chicken foot
pig snout
or dog meat in your soup
to brighten your day
or keep you warm in the winter
like feet on a swiss ball
you’d never indulge yourself to eat
until you do
and find what smells like gym socks
tastes like candy
the sieve and the sand 
i love two things here:
1. you referenced “wine in ass.”
2. the stumbling flow of the first four lines
1. i cant get that picture out of my head
2. i’ve been working on my stumbling flow (or what i prefer to call bumbling flow)… have a ways to go yet… but just a few changes to this and i could have had it all the way through
1. this is great, I like!
2. a certain part of the title etched an uncomfortable picture in my mind, but it’s all good like feet on a swiss ball ^_^
1.it sounds disgusting and looks disgusting.
2.I’ll try just a bout anything and I would definately try this
3.I love the poem