Wednesday, May 13, 2009

Kiss my grits

or whatever is the closest
bowl of mush you can find.

Tongue the tiny grounds
of hominy...buttered and
warm,

and when you finish
wipe off your slobber
from the side of the bowl.

5 comments:

Kay said...

must be hypnotizing, cause i am doing that now

jack sender said...

ride it out, babe; it's all going to be better.

holly said...

thanks Jack...I appreciate it...

Gerry Boyd said...

Ha! Almost a zen koan.

Dana said...

Nice.