- Non-Erotic Poetry
- lunch
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the starved and wasted wretch
stumbles down the sidewalk
that teems with hungry people
like salmon spawning upstream.
he struggles against this current
of high noon tide and is
only too happy to find
a half-rotted onion in the gutter.
chomp chomp chomp...
he feeds with guiltless greed
the same displayed by eve
in the garden of eden.
he sucks the dried up juices
through a tragedy of teeth
smiling perhaps at how sweet
the apple forbidden meat must taste.
then he staggers off to his fate
ignored by the mass of humanity
who rush past with trim beards and manicures
and all their noontime reservations.
