Monday, October 15, 2007
Oh, the fat in this cream! –
such densely caloric euphoric
intensity – plopping off spoons:
no relief! Some cow jumped
over your moons – and arrived:
sat, intact, an immutable fact,
with a moo, in your lap. You are
up to your udders in beef
and in butter: no way you won't
weigh half a ton. Yet your mouth’s
gaping wide: you’re not done.
Paying attention is fun.