Saucepan Lid

[Delta40]

Your holes look like eyes
when I squint
from the base of the pot

My wince is tight lipped
as rubbery tripe words
leak from my tongue

How I must mince them!

taste buds are suctioned
to the roof of my mouth

Along the scum rim
my written morsels boil dry
in milk and onions

[PrinceMyshkin]

This is delightfully intriguing. I assume we are witnessing simultaneously the making of a meal - and of a poem!

[Delta40]

I was feeling the worthlessness of writing

[MorpheusSandman]

You're one of my favorite poets on litnet when it comes to this kind of rich minimalism and doing more with less. I quite like this one and especially the well-developed metaphor.

[tailor STATELY]

How delightfully whimsical !