This is a poem of mine that was published in the most recent issue of New Coin. I thought I would share it with you on here.
What's on today's menu?
A cold-storage plant filled with naked underwear
A pocketful of razors
A pecan-nut pie found on a sewage heap
A half-burned steak gone rotten with global atrocities
A fish stunned into silence
A DVD played backwards on the neck of an astrologer
A cherry farm riddled with last year's crack cocaine
A loaf of bread rejected by a slaughtered seal
A scrambled egg fried on the remains of Lorca
A can of baked beans farting its way to the White House
A frigate of onions marked HIV-positive
A bowl of soup seasoned with sinister suspects
A lasagne sold out in the name of petty politics
A pizza topped with the succulent massacre of penguins
A half-burned steak gone rotten with global atrocities
A fish stunned into silence
What's on today's menu?
A cold-storage plant filled with naked underwear
A pocketful of razors
A pecan-nut pie found on a sewage heap
A half-burned steak gone rotten with global atrocities
A fish stunned into silence
A DVD played backwards on the neck of an astrologer
A cherry farm riddled with last year's crack cocaine
A loaf of bread rejected by a slaughtered seal
A scrambled egg fried on the remains of Lorca
A can of baked beans farting its way to the White House
A frigate of onions marked HIV-positive
A bowl of soup seasoned with sinister suspects
A lasagne sold out in the name of petty politics
A pizza topped with the succulent massacre of penguins
A half-burned steak gone rotten with global atrocities
A fish stunned into silence
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