Since poetry is the food of the senses
Cart me loaves of wholesome flesh
And on the bones
Like a flamingo
I will take my time to pick
And eat with delightful intensity
The savory cuts of poetry
With beaks like quills of granite
Flint and stone
In jaws clinching
Opening to unwind
Flinging words like flying feathers
Each crafted thought
Cascading down with riddles
Senseless trills
Myriads of cognitive sparks
Light up the mind
Oh give me poetry to make me grow
A little fat and a bit of this and that
A succulent slice of poetry
Our poetic ancestors left behind
(5/21/2019)
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