Potato

oh Lord,

why be there jelly between our toes

so sebaceous and scaly?

why these flakes that

pour from our scalps

enough to bake a dinner roll with?

 

why can we not be constructed

from gleaming steel and

chrome?

enamel paint on the

soles of our feet

 

and if we are so perfect

made in thine image

why 

these

middle age 

gases

like

moldy

potatoes

rising from the sheets?

 

not to mention the

pasty tartar

between our teeth

white manure?

 

Believe me

I’ve tried hard not to ask

these questions

 

But the skull meat

(with its pleasing and nutty aroma)

always seems to win out.

 

 

 

 

 

Reviews

[Jasmine]

That is repulsively brilliant. Tell me what is your secret?! All that nutty skull meat, huh... ;-)

[arbitrary jane]

ah the nutty aroma of skull meat.
i love to death and back that you have made poetry of our failing bodies. we are finite constructs of tissue and bone that tend endlessly toward entropy. maybe, though, just maybe there is hope for our souls? the infinity that lives - free of decay and unwanted hair - inside us? such a thing, this glorious and grotesque business of being human.

[Kelz]

Valid questions for sure. Feeling a bit itchy and off to brush the manure from my teeth :)

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

Being born in Idaho I was born a spud... you certainly asked some interesting question... let me know if he answers you cause i am curious too.

[Audrey Howitt]

why
these
middle age
gases
like
moldy
potatoes


I wonder this myself! I loved this ! And again, you seem to tickle my bones---

[Crowley]

This damn site...third time to try and get a review posted for this....not sure what you are thinking because I am made form sugar and spice and all that jazz...lol. Maybe a bit of hair sprouting form the ears that requires manscaping and ....oh hell, you are right on top of it.....loved this, you are th king of telling it like it is.

[Lilly Negoi]

:))))) lovely. simply lovely :)