do you think it screams?
Do you think it dreams
of being back in the fridge
on the ridge
just before
the door?
I adore
the taste as it meltsthrough tightened belts
and honeycombed holes
Salty, naughty,
salinating our souls.
Sometimes I have it in rolls.
And when it drips
like a golden shower its power
draws me
to mop up the bits.
Some say it’ll give me a heart attack,
knifed to the edges of a crackers crack.
Like yellow pornknifed to the edges of a crackers crack.
on sweetcorn
or an embarrassing rash
in mash.
Possibly the most unappetising portrayal of butter I have ever read. An embarrassing rash/In mash? Yellow porn/ On sweetcorn? The images are fantastic! It reads like a confessional on the subject of something unspeakably filthy. Great stuff! :)
ReplyDeleteCheers. I think there's an element of filth in a lot of my stuff ;) When are you doing a gig down here? I want to watch you before I take the plunge myself!
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