I pray before the altar
my hands spread, my soul bared
the zenith of my desire nears
Twisted bone and roasted flesh
the bitter conquest of my foe
The spoils of my victory
More and more are brought before me
Each presenting their flavors
My tongue is my flail
My teeth are my sword
Thanksgiving is my battlefield
Delicious desire,
Taunting me behind glass;
Nothing exists
But you and me,
A tantalizing spiral dance
Past myriad choices.
Dropping to your death,
A journey for unity,
I take up your fallen form,
Covered in that
Alluring,
Sticky
Concoction.
Shroud removed:
Forever my honey bun.
You’re such a tease
You dress up nicely
Wrapped in pretty things
You whore
You filthy, greasy whore
sitting, turning
your little strut
your little dance
I hate you
I love you
I want you inside me
now
Tear away the crisping sleeve
Slide onto my plate
Now it’s just you and me
The sun sets over a bitter world,
Drawing me out to taste night’s kiss.
Wandering the streets with a purpose,
Cravings drive me,
Pushing toward a neon beacon
Beating like the heart of the city.
I hear it calling to me,
Pulling me on,
Whispering:
Just another Block,
Just around this corner,
Just over this hill.
Shaking with desire,
The crimson visage of the temptress
At last reveals herself to me:
Hot Doughnuts Now.
I cried the day you left me
All alone I would sit and stare out the window
Why did you go
Did I not love you enough.
Was I not loyal enough
Even when you hurt me I returned to you
Even when you changed till I could not recognize you
I stayed and loved you
And now I am alone
Now I must find another
But I know none can take your place
Krispy Kreme
Why did you close your doors here.
All doughnuts are now like ash in my mouth
What is there for me now.
The knife slides across the flesh
Over and over; a work of art
The bitter sting wells at the back of my throat
Flames in my sinuses; arson of the brain
I cannot deny you, I must have you once more
Sashimi
Dark hours of the night
Wrapped around me, shroud-like,
No one to see our hidden tryst
But the staring street lights;
Its in these moments
Between you and I alone
You look into my soul and
There is understanding;
The depths of my soul weep
At the comfort of Fourth Meal.
Why do I find myself here again
Trolling the streets staring
An uncontrollable hunger burns me inside
I have a need that can’t be filled
Why do you close so early Bakery
Once again I drive home Denied.
I will have vengeance
My hate will burn you.
But in the morning you are open
Your baked treats sooth my hate
For now.
hidden within
secret surprise
slowly undress
heart racing
hands trembling
last, best
taking my time
pudding cup
lunch afterglow
I’ve seen you before
standing, wanting, waiting
We’ve met here before
serving, slaving, vending
You serve their desires
just as you serve mine
A tempting choice
which of your delights to enjoy?
