I am a Poem, Eat Me


You took a spoon
to the line’s edge,
and pared a word…..off.

Scooped to parted
lips, tongued around,
the tart zest sensed,

added a jar
of vowelled cream.
Much more to your
satisfaction.

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18 thoughts on “I am a Poem, Eat Me

  1. hmmmm… i think all poems should come with a spoon…or maybe some you should eat with the hands to feel them even more…very cool verse brian…like it much

  2. “vowelled cream” nice! I once left the comment on a poem, “this was so yummy, I wish I had a spoon”. Thank you for reminding me of this dear poet who died this year… in his thirties. I toast the spoonable ones, cheers!

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