Nought loves another as itself Nor venerates another so, Nor is it possible to thought A greater than itself to know: And Father, how can I love you, Or any of my brothers more? I love you like the little bird That picks up crumbs around the door. The Priest […]
Smog-stained, coffee-stained, burnt by digestion’s enzymes (me eating me), the rim my mouth like a harbor’s yellowed palings, stand guard at the hideout’s door. Gate-like, they open for the edible; divide like fences my stench from New York’s. Plus how tenderly they clasp nipples and lips in the dark! O […]
Nope! This poem hates poems about heartbreak and its derivatives: all the mewking and sniffling, all the tears and self-pity. This poem is about Cheetos, those delectably toxic chips, those crispy, orange cheese poofs all irregular and twisted. Never, said Heraclitus, can a Cheeto be eaten twice, for each is […]
