April 13, 2013

This Is That Poem



Thin slice the truffle like sepia cellophane
let it infuse your tongue with murky memory

of the humus and how it once held you wet and warm
of the Lagotto dog that sniffed and dug you out into light

its earthy flavor takes you to the unconscious forest
brings you back to the present dinner table blessing

mixes on your palate with bewildering vineyard wine
becomes an experience never had before by anyone ever

and never will have again in this universe and dimension
unless you can find the fungal words to sauté into a poem

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