Tuesday, June 12, 2007

Haha this is my attempt at poetry. The only way that this has structure, is that the stanzas all have ten lines!

The Hazards of Eating Quickly

Biting your own tongue
Your teeth the predator, intent on drawing blood
Lurking in every bite;
Butcher's cleaver awaits the
Loin of lamb
Lift doors on careless fingers
The bread of your sandwich a blood-soaked sponge
Taste of iron and of
Irony:
that it cannot lick its own wound

No longer a bolus
Rambling down one track but
A train lost its carriage
At a junction they
Travel down adjacent pipes
One for breathing
The other for everything else
Carriage emerging gracelessly from
The breathy depths of an ungrateful
Volcano

Wind in my tummy
She says
Eat too fast already,
Lah
Peppermint oil -
a hot compress
Viscera a tiny cyclone of
Onions whipping up against
Flying cows and spinach leaves
The weather of digestion

- cantons of dwarves and little giants.
by @ 7:18 PM