Everything is Delicious

You cannot scream at the world

no matter what you know

from

behind your sunglasses,

your gorgeous

tattooed

blogroll.

It doesn’t matter what you know

you have to feed the world

not a feast

just a bit of

sugar on a biscuit

if that’s your thing

or

a drum beginning,

one

single silent stroke

of color.

Wear your story

on your skin, be it

a smell of burning

that echoes

a curse word,

a moment of pain.

Everything is food

that’s alive,

requires work,

or if it comes with

a side of pickles

or burns the back of the throat.

Everything is a metaphor so

ruin some shirts,

Loathe the sucking

of fingers

But record it

overtop the sweet

sounds of your laughter.

Everything is food

get your bib

get your spade

you cannot drive thru

this

is one way

with no window.

Everything is delicious

that reminds

us

and shows us our small

and

amazing

lives

going by

too fast.