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Palate Cleanser

It was the chicken piccata—
zested to confession, 
plated like a bribe—
they'd barely had a taste.

Your favorite patron 
pulled a face,
asked who cooked it,
then quietly slid the plate
into the trash.

God, you’d have howled,
ugly-laughed into your wine,
called it an injustice of capers,
made a chart demonstrating 
the salt-to-spite ratio.

I reached for my phone—
reflex,
tongue licking spit from a lip.
Then

Categories: palate, extended metaphor, food,
Form: Free verse

Fall Magenta Palate

The sun has sunk
the moon was nearing
lumber smoke tarpaulin 
vermillion shine
touch our hearts
shades of strain exhaust the space
as the aroma of harvest time

rejuvenate your hentai
I could feel the freshness under my feet
a fantastic breeze blows over us
my heart is shaking
while leaping through a leaf pile

all leaves are wilfully dropped
gotten from a glorious golden tree
like the

Categories: palate, analogy, appreciation, autumn, beauty,
Form: Free verse

Exquisite Palate

"not worth a snuffle",
says spoiled rotten palate,
"unless it's truffle"

March 10, 2022

Categories: palate, humorous,
Form: Haiku

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Palate Versus Palatte

hard palate
soft palate
taste taste taste
spit spit spit
which do you like the best?

I like the kind you put paint on

Categories: palate, art,
Form: Light Verse

Palate

Palate of my art
A blank page
So dark
The velvet blackness
Of naught
Caught my frustrations
So fraught
With turbid 
Thought
To free oneself
Of constructed
Tort
To feel
My self
My pen
My thoughts
Express it
With self-colour
An Echo
To bounce
Upon
This page

Categories: palate, poetry, poets,
Form: Free verse

Palate Lust

Three cheese and spinach stuffed shells
Tomatoes all diced
Sliced Portobello’s on top
Parsley and basil
Oregano and sauce
True palate
Lust…

Categories: palate, appreciation, food, how i
Form: Epulaeryu

Casus Belli Conquers Accursed Submucous Cleft Palate

after pros and cons discussed
     with six grade speech pathologist, she weighed
in favor, to launch stealth offensive
     spring time surprise raid,
which faux analogous military show of force,
     no picnic nor hit parade though undeniably,
     unequivocally, and unquestionably

Categories: palate, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Free verse

Her Bland Palate

Echoes bouncing off the walls
 Falling on none at all
Whispers that grew screaming loud
 Not heard or understood(ever)
Frustrated and hoarse 
  I left them behind
     Saying
        Nothing

Painting in broadest stokes I knew
  Squinted eyes made out no image clear
Furious my brush hand

Categories: palate, love, passionmusic, life, music,
Form: Dramatic Monologue