Slathered in salt
I feel as if I’m falling
Baked in sugar
I’m feeling nothing
Coated in pepper
I’ll let you see my true colors
If only I could be
Drowned in vinegar
And sleep
In darkness that’s
Covered in vegetable oil
i’ve never read a poem that mixed so much anger and food. usually people get more erotic. it evokes a new image in my mind.
yum.
-OKComp
corriander anyone?
–lhw
=D> I like this and I don’t know why. Good job.
It kind of makes me cringe a little. Could you choose to drown in something more ‘sinus-clearing’ other than vinager? Yikes!