Same Old Boys
Spaghetti drips from old-fashioned lips
like a cascading waterfall; the pics,
yellowed; and clothes, of three fellows,
sepia-toned. Commonality of hunger
or mere curiosity as directed at the bulb.
Whether eyes, mmm, while closed, open
or scant, the fullness of pleasure of pasta
dripping from their mouth; today’s boy
just shows off all his food on the tongue.
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