Post by cairo on May 17, 2009 19:50:33 GMT -5
Toast.
Crisp
black
toast.
Like a fine wine, you crisp and blacken and toastify.
Testify! Toastify!
Your yeasty form becomes something new, something
solid.
What shall I put on you?
What shall I spread but
my love?
Jam, and
other preserves?
Possibly bovril, if there
is any left.
Is any left?
The mundanity of life.
It is crisp, yes,
it is black, yes,
but it is not toast.
No. It is not toast.
Crisp
black
toast.
Like a fine wine, you crisp and blacken and toastify.
Testify! Toastify!
Your yeasty form becomes something new, something
solid.
What shall I put on you?
What shall I spread but
my love?
Jam, and
other preserves?
Possibly bovril, if there
is any left.
Is any left?
The mundanity of life.
It is crisp, yes,
it is black, yes,
but it is not toast.
No. It is not toast.