I Touch Beauty Daily

I Touch Beauty Daily

Saturday, January 21, 2012

Crinkle Fries Drapery

 Hunger drives mirage on the asphalt of sanity
Perception lies like an unfaithful spouse
Headaches and growling drummers
Beat resonance at stomach’s command
A distance left behind many million miles
The color of food comes in unnatural shades
Intense hunger amplifies sharpened perception
Wouldn’t it be heavenly for a glass of water
Right about now
Wouldn’t it be divine for a slice of bread
Right about now
Common things no longer ordinary
Smells, the artillery bombarding sanity
Enslaving the tongue’s gluttonous self
That drapery the shade of crinkle fries
Lies and deceives like that spouse
Holding the heart in heartless palm
That drapery the shape of crinkle fries
Deceives the senses shamelessly
Strips and strips of potato’s selves
Evoking mentality’s delusion of reality
Soft, ever so soft, gives under
Not hard, not fried or baked, soft
Forcing reality to face itself head on
Regret eats away what hunger left behind

--My dream has loved paper so much for so long because it gave influence to the parched voice of a fashionista poet. Finding this outlet, that voice is now replete with expressive sound.

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