he smashed his cornflakes
and crushed his bran
he killed his cereal
this food intolerant man
Food
Deep throat
come inside me
said the giraffe
to the slug
when you slide down
my deep throat
I will swallow you
whole…
Birthdays
am I willing
am I able
able to cope
with the rope
that extends the time
tying years together
in predictive boredom
of birthdays yet to come
groundhogged
and fogged
by hollow words
mixed with cake and beer
and fear
having to do this again
and again
every bloody year?
Piquant spittle
twisting
and turning
to impart flavor
enhancing
the relish
I truly savour
our tongues duel
and softly wriggle,
the quench
for love’s fuel
you kindly giggle
I taste
the zest
your piquant spittle
the remnants
of last night’s food
a little…
Life and death of a coffee bean
grown up
grounded
grinded
mixed
ended
blended
burned
flavour
returned
Sloppy chow
wet
greasy
sloppy
chow
I
wonder
why
and
how
you think it’s great
but I feel sick
and have to throw up
now
AlcOwhOle
sucking me in
thy bOttle
with yOUr bOttOm
far tOO deep
I shall nOt let thee
swallOw me whOle
fOr I’m nOt thine
tO keep
Too good to be true
when something seems
too good to be true
it usually is…
when you
smell the scent of urine
it’s most possibly piss
Empty cup
oh coffee cup
oh coffee cup
you stare at me
with your
bottom bare
I shall refill you
with more
lucious brown
and boost my buds
with flair
Steam rising
subtle
stringy
strands
of
caffeine
clouds
caress
the
immediate
ideal
interaction
between
tongue and cheek
tantalizing
treasure
whilst
softly
silently
sipping
steam rising
Corvus Corax
black raven
sitting on a fence
feeling blue
don’t know what to do
waiting for death
to come to his gate
was it eyes of a human
he recently ate?
looking at me
if I were its prey
too big to handle?
maybe some day…
Your duty
your duty lies
with humble pies
as you’re
the local baker
presumably
to save up
ample dough
for the undertaker
Cooking neighbours
the familiar smell
I know it all too well
the daily spell
of garlic
and beef
every day
at 6
good grief
all around
the clinking sound
of pots
n pans
the roaring noise
of kitchen fans
my cooking neighbors
not my choice…
Empty shelves
none
is left
but angst
and greed
we’ve
only got
you dread
to feed
none
is right
but we’ll
survive
and
resume
consume
in overdrive
Cuppachino
luscious liquid
hot and brown
confined in china
I drink it down
picked up by ear
frothed with milk
I swallow it slowly
smooth as silk
Dear Joe
dear Joe
I adore you so
you keep me warm
you make me glow
you comfort me
I hold you tight
I caress you dear
my flat white
Grapes of wrath
grapes of wrath
dust in your bath
poor as f*ck
no food
no l*ck
depression reigns
nothing remains
but tears and sorrow
more on the way
perhaps tomorrow
My fridge
my fridge
is cool
but
my freezer
is even cooler
3 blind mice
three blind mice
were eating stir fried rice
after they had dinner
they also wanted ice
but as they couldn’t see
they asked the cat to get it
yet the cat ate them instead
after he said: forget it!
Pigeons
I don’t know how
I don’t know why
but
rats with wings
keep flying by
Witty words 