Govinda Love

[Delta40]

I order the curry and spicy broccoli dish
that Franz Kafka recommended
when you're on a tight budget.
so let's linger over Govinda's.
Their Hare Krishna menu all frayed and bent
with dried splashes of sauce stained
on the greasy laminate makes my tummy rumble.
In the background, the sitar
hypnotizes our gaze till we're transformed
into cobras woven and twisted
like the wicka basket we arrived in.
Here I spoonfeed you the rice
from the two dollar buffet meal
that you so openly crave and hiss for.
Your forked tongue flickers across the dahl
mixed through with tumeric and coconut milk.
I use my jaw muscles to slide your
spicy head down my throat till you snap like a pappadum.

[MystyrMystyry]

Spicy!

Good memories from this Delta. Years ago in my first studio, as finances continually ran dry, someone recommended I try the free lunch at the local temple - pleasantly surprised! So I continually returned. In fact so often I almost became a fully fledged member.

The poem's tasty with fresh ingredients. I dig the last line :)

[symphony]

I know I'm the eternally broke, brown international student when my head goes "Really? Where?!" at the magical words "two dollar buffet meal" even when they appear in a poem in LitNet. (*Sigh* Times used to be better, if not good...)

I started enjoying the poem from the middle, where the cobras come into play. Good imagery, that (...although troubling, perhaps).

[PrinceMyshkin]

Your imagination is awesome, awesome! Like the cobra's victim, I was transfixed by this.

[blank|verse]

Nicely done, Delta, with a surprise (and perhaps symbolic) ending, with a cute foreshadowing reference to Kafka, before the metamorphosis takes place. (I thought Kafka was more famous for his soup though, or according to a literary recipe book, at any rate!)

And checking the spelling of 'wicka' basket, the dictionary tells me 'Wicca' is the religious cult of modern witchcraft, which is interesting here.