Gord

2022-06-26 06:54 pm

An open mouth gasps,
Hot sauce, parmesan,
All I see is stars.
No conscious thought,
Face agaze in awe,
A chicken with no wing,
Would it rise or fall?
As I concentrate,
Stare at a spot on the wall,
Eyes; waterfalls, 
Call off the milk,
Call off the salt,
My tongue stings,
Craters, my teeth sting,
An open mouth gasps for these things,
A king sits routinely,
Being above singing and fearing.