Cum
How does evolution
Here the pin prick -
The drop of electric wires
on your chest
A stew of self bubbling away
You want to eggwhite it
but it's not even true
There is a vanilla here
The pus of it
I cannot swim but look at this go
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30 November 2016
Poem-A-Day #275 : Cum
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29 May 2016
Poem-A-Day #90 : Five Ages of Parmigiano Reggiano (after Massimo Bottura)
Five Ages of Parmigiano Reggiano (after Massimo Bottura)
1
Here some cheese
in a shaker - or plastic container - feeling
for all the world
like sawdust
Put it on your pizza - on your pasta
it will taste like something full
will soak the grease
Pull itself from within and without
2
When you make tortellini for the first time
you must sing a song
3
Some vehicle-less wheels
sever themselves form shelving - they will go off to find horses to pull them
This will never be smooth - press your fingernail into the rind
it is like a candle or the skin of a pumpkin
Inside it is the color of squash - it looks like a tree chopped down
splinters itself and peels itself
4
The milk is pure
it is a bucket a cloth wrapped around itself
a scarf a turban a broken promise of new life
It rests until it doesn't
until it forms itself around a center
the tiniest bacteria itching until a pearl coalesces into curd
Have you watched someone churn butter ?
how it's just liquid until it suddenly isn't
have you kissed that moment ?
5
What knife
in the heart
When you need that spread
it will come
1
Here some cheese
in a shaker - or plastic container - feeling
for all the world
like sawdust
Put it on your pizza - on your pasta
it will taste like something full
will soak the grease
Pull itself from within and without
2
When you make tortellini for the first time
you must sing a song
3
Some vehicle-less wheels
sever themselves form shelving - they will go off to find horses to pull them
This will never be smooth - press your fingernail into the rind
it is like a candle or the skin of a pumpkin
Inside it is the color of squash - it looks like a tree chopped down
splinters itself and peels itself
4
The milk is pure
it is a bucket a cloth wrapped around itself
a scarf a turban a broken promise of new life
It rests until it doesn't
until it forms itself around a center
the tiniest bacteria itching until a pearl coalesces into curd
Have you watched someone churn butter ?
how it's just liquid until it suddenly isn't
have you kissed that moment ?
5
What knife
in the heart
When you need that spread
it will come
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| Paolo Terzi for The Talks |
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