MOMENTARILY I LAPSE
INTO A PLACE
OF LIQUID LONGING;
A POOL OF SALTY TEARS.
I TASTE THE POSSIBILITIES...
THE MIREPOIX OF YOU.
SAUTEED, ROASTED, BRAISED---
JUST SHORT OF BEING BURNED.
IN AN INSTANT
I REDEEM MY SOUL
(JUST IN TIME) TO FIND
MY HEAD
MY HEAD
ON
THE CHOPPING BLOCK.
AL DENTE.
Very clever, lol. Been there, can relate!
ReplyDeleteeek...head on the chopping black...i like the contrast of the longing and tears in the opening...and in possibilities and being burned...
ReplyDeleteoh my...so much to ponder here
ReplyDeleteRandy---This is a photo of a collage I made years ago. Thanks for the comment.
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