Poet Gourmand

Poet Gourmand

poet I am

I am a sensualist

ravenous

for a buttered loaf

& a breaded alphabet

take away my plate

so that I may

write verses about

late night indulgences

say

a perfectly assembled

                sandwich

soft homemade marble rye bread

fire-roasted tomato wedges

crisp Irish bacon

                grilled pimento cheese

& sweet garlic aioli

accompanied by imported tea

                & lightly salted rice crackers

or perhaps a small picnic on a

checkered blanket by a lazy fire

of ham, brie and onion jam

or fig and prosciutto bound

w/ a sturdy grated fontina

& a chilled glass of Dom Perignon

maybe a late lunch with a good book

& a chickpea, beet and apple panini

the complexities slowly

illicit primitive pleasures

into

a splendid Haiku

while I chew

then swallow

                to savor every delightful morsel

 **

I wrote this when I was hungry.  My tummy was talking, this is what it told me to say.

Happy Monday!

In propinquity,

Nic