Re: found poem

[Steve Dalachinsky]

nutritional poems   eat  your words   take your  words or any one else's that  you prefer lightly salt / or pepper depending on  the mood yours or the others' crumple place in mouth chew well swallow   nutriotional value:  none  or  much depending on whose words they might be     bloody birdy   take one road kill already crushed preferable a pigeon if you're a city dweller add some gin & a bit of ensure blend shake well drink or pour over a friend's head   nutritional value  :  zero     food or   thought   dream far the limited rye if food were birds sandwiched 'tween mouthtamouth stretched inta mayo w/their eyes   i talked to them this morning these birds in me mind communing outside-in as light rose   eeeek     eeeeek   eeeeek   eeeeek ta speak twas food from thought formed breaded lightly then became a morsel amor soul eeeeeeek    eeeeeeek dipped in soy or tempt  aura source & tasty to the teeth & tongue chewed 'n swallowed digested & shat the song as spelled & sung   if words were food well fed on talk alone  grown fat & ask what each one meant in digest form ingesting forms or sentences broken like a sonnet on the palette ah the roof of mouth boney hard & fleshy soft the pallet where they lie before they spoke smelling   tasting  spitting out a dish  hors d'oeuvres burning verbs & consonanting fowl   a modified preservative a metaphor /like if food were birds i'd string them all together like sentences if food were words i'd hatch them all like eggs  then i'd bake em' & fry 'em & pouch 'em & boil 'em & broil 'em & steam 'em & cook 'em over an open fire slowly barbecue each syllable while  slowly turning the spit feathers plucked & made into quills & linings  & story books   these speaking birds these spoken words     steve daalchinsky  nyc  9/15/16/05