Eat My Words
You think of something and hope by the time you’re in bed you can remember everything
Not like a tossed word saladMore like a Michelin Starred encyclopediaConsumed by the hoi polloi playing withTheir food . And the posh smile at theRiff Raff as they drown their caviar in Thousand IslandLetting the taste buds yearn for a cheeseburgerThat can spell contentment like a grilledShakespeare sonnet .Where scrabble tiles are swilled downWith a chilled ChiantiAs Italian seeps in to the Kings languageLike melting ice cream in a Tuscan sunlit vistaA palette of cheeses couldn’t distractThe tourists In Provence from the pastry’s lureLet the thesaurus bake like Icarus too near the sunSo Duck L’Orange has its fat vowels evaporateSo the poetry is so tender on the tongue