Sweeping Corners....

I am so often criticized
for eating fruit whole or at least
in large hunks...a uneven slice of cheddar (sharp)
and a rip of bread...What? I say could possibly
be of error in savoring time
with the clock making faces at me
for liv(ing)...

there is no reason
to spend more
drops or drips of slow moving metaphors in a danger zone
No one - can declare I can not chef it or surrender
basil to garlic or lack ability
to spice up any one's life force, for

I am master of  sandwich
and vino...but bring your own condiments
if you choose to dine in....I can not
understand this form of sentiment,
worst being sweet over dill ...and mayo is but a clinic
I hope to never visit conscious

and, god knows I do not do bones
or fish eyes...trauma runs deep with raged tempest
for body parts no longer viewed as movable feast
a hunk is good...
loaf, provolone and un-skinned remedy of cider
because there is something
innately evil in detail ....and taking the time
to sweep in the corners....


bkmackenzie
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