Showing posts with label No. I'm Not Drunk.. Show all posts
Showing posts with label No. I'm Not Drunk.. Show all posts
Tuesday, October 16, 2012
Lace Up!
It's a Happy Birthday/Double Blog Anniversary/Yay it's October/I ain't cooking dinner/ I'm not drunk but these new drugs might be kicking in party!
Friday, January 13, 2012
Yes, That's All I'm Ordering
I like rice
But I eat it with a fork
No dropping grains to waste upon the sands of unswept floors from clumsy finger gymnastics upon the wooden parallel bars between the thumb and forefinger
Drop
Drop
Like water dripping from a faucet
One. Every few minute like mouthfuls.
Simple and unadorned.
Alone in it’s bowl a peasants feast.
We need no Mu Shu pork here!
No two faced chicken twisting our taste buds in a cacophony of sensation that leaves us confused, our tears rinsing sauce from our lips as we cry out, What is it?
Sweet?
Sour?
I no longer know what I feel
Between my teeth, is it broccoli?
A tiny green bulb in a corner molar
MSG
gives me a migraine.
© 2011 All Rights Reserved By Ms. G.
But I eat it with a fork
No dropping grains to waste upon the sands of unswept floors from clumsy finger gymnastics upon the wooden parallel bars between the thumb and forefinger
Drop
Drop
Like water dripping from a faucet
One. Every few minute like mouthfuls.
Simple and unadorned.
Alone in it’s bowl a peasants feast.
We need no Mu Shu pork here!
No two faced chicken twisting our taste buds in a cacophony of sensation that leaves us confused, our tears rinsing sauce from our lips as we cry out, What is it?
Sweet?
Sour?
I no longer know what I feel
Between my teeth, is it broccoli?
A tiny green bulb in a corner molar
MSG
gives me a migraine.
© 2011 All Rights Reserved By Ms. G.
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