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Eating

From: Ken Cormier
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Eating
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I cleanse my palette, 
uvula and glottis delightfully refreshed,
tongue rippling muscular and wet, segmented.

Cornucopia of razor blades,
each cactus swallow scream,
lip split to chin, secret teeth revealed!

I chew my palette,
grind it into paste and swish.
This drink of deception,
this sensory milkshake.

At table I spit into paper cup.
While napping, I rewind the day.

Such tainted visions!
What fiendish cud!

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Piece Description

I cleanse my palette, 
uvula and glottis delightfully refreshed,
tongue rippling muscular and wet, segmented.

Cornucopia of razor blades,
each cactus swallow scream,
lip split to chin, secret teeth revealed!

I chew my palette,
grind it into paste and swish.
This drink of deception,
this sensory milkshake.

At table I spit into paper cup.
While napping, I rewind the day.

Such tainted visions!
What fiendish cud!