Food And Music
Music is a little piece of foil at the bottom of the oven.
Got torn off and burnt.
Cooking things like fish and vegetables.
Music is like a tray of food.
A tray of toast and a napkin too.
Is good enough to chew.
Music is a tasty numbness.
Yummy asparagus, and clam chowder.
Clamoring and smiling.
Music is a messy tray with crumbs and spills.
Music is whatever is making me crave chocolate.
Music is a spell that makes me feel like an apple with a bite in it.
Music is having a buffet of indiscernible sludge.
It’s all delicious.
Messy, crumbs, and falling apart biscuits.
Maybe I’m just hungry sometimes.
Music.
Last night’s casserole.
We don’t know much about these things.
But sometimes they taste nice.
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