Mastications In One Movement
Lathering on the ranch dressing,
mixed with honey mustard grunting;
these inhaling engorging souls are
finding the emotional precipice,
high up and dangling,
hanging by french fried ropes,
smothered in thousand island arrhythmias.
here come the fat waiters,
pushing arteriosclerotic meat carts,
spangled in barbecued thrombosis
and chocolate-covered infarctions,
served au jus on peanut butter trays
filled with maple syrup cherries and
white-creamed heart palpitations.
You know what I mean?
You’ve smelled those words before,
tasted their glazed cordials,
licked the candy flowers
as they swayed there, and
sucked the inner pap of the sweet melon
with perspiring brow; now
having a reason to wake up, it is
time for cupcakes and cinnamon churros
with the vanilla-skirted girls,
marinating inside bacon and lettuce taxis,
dipped in onion teriyaki, sizzling
delicious smoke with au gratin effusions.
I suppose the transcendence that is sought after
Will come from a potential difference
Belonging to an electron surge that will fill my cup
To the brim
So I can then tip my hat to the waiting masses
With phalanges that sparkle and emit tiny hurricanes
All for the honor and glory of the unrequited neural infarctions
That spun off of your lips
During those building moments where
We hung onto the precipice with the skin of our teeth
Yet there are no branches ejecting out from the side of this cliff
To grasp onto
During moments of terminal velocity
Yes
I thought someone would someday enter a vast trance and see everything
I had hoped I had this power
Not even Siddhartha could muster up this kind of energy
I suppose we are just beautiful collections of atoms afterall