Uncle Eprhaim’s Cookbook for the Damned
MONDAY
In his wood-paneled cave
I chew chalk with two leaves of sage.
In time to his dusty Czech clock,
We break our jaws on baked lead shot.
TUESDAY
In town, Gnome charges only a dime
Each time, for Uncle to twist her tit
For the Brackish Chowder,
Which is based in gnome milk.
WEDNESDAY
In a jar, and thickened by the sun:
Oranges, rosemary, rum, and
The bodies of moths, which ping
Against our teeth like metal.
THURSDAY
Roast Griffin with Mint and
Red Potatoes! Tastes like chicken.
In the Ford Wagon, we take it
Wrapped in plastic for the picnic.
FRIDAY
Uncle fixes his famous Flying Fox,
Famed in town for fifty years.
Inside the furred body, he arranges bacon
In Euclidean rows.
SATURDAY
Sub: Brain for egg, skin for cheese,
Chips of bone for onion bits. Trade
In Tabasco for coagulation and—
Voila! A Zombie Omelet!
SUNDAY
Sundaes in three teak bowls
Because Father Beard has come to call
When all is liquid and gum, we smoke
In deep, then blow: the sun has goldened the garden.
2 comments:
How inspiring! Your cadence and visual creativity is impressive.
bowing!
Hi Carrie
The title says it all. Its enough to make a girl reform fast!
If you don't repent this is what you'll be eating. And I like the part about the take out - fast food in a Ford.
But it will be awhile before I can go to subway again. EEWW! Tasty.
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