Eating

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!