mrgiles

Poems.

Tuesday, May 31, 2005

lunch was served
in big steaming vats
pouring out onto the dining table
in massive waves
of hot fragrant food
the eaters were drenched in its flavours
despite their furiously chomping jaws

the mysterious vats of food
tipped by unknown, unseen forces
poured down forever
giving the poor eaters no respite
or chance for breath
their existence suddenly welded to the food pouring down on them

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