You got supper waiting?

"You got supper waiting?"

The belly cramp
		neck-high,
	approached the threshold
	of shark-like hunger
		empty-handed
	like a head of lettuce
		spinach-green
	under a soft-boiled cloud
	in a grease-hot world.

Sticky fingers trap
	donut despair,
	plunging crumbled bacon
	into cold coffee creamed.
Tragic tomatoes
	get smashed
	ketchup colored
	still warm when
all human organs
	heartburn.
Roast beef,	then steak,
Roast pork	like a fish.
apples, 	pineapple slice
eggs,		elbow-to-elbow,
finger-covered chickens
squeeze melted cheese,
sweet and sour chops
chew gummy rice,
shredded crumbs spill
	crustless
down the drainpipe
of the mincing factory.

A big fat wisecrack:
	unless you icebox
	and beat your vacant mouth
	animal instinct can swallow
	a civil tongue.
mixed on paper, 20" x 28", 1998
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JAMES W JOHNSON