Not Enough
09.23.09
Photo credits to dyedoctor
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The salivation,
as if deprived of taste,
unthinking,
except for a goal not to waste.
Gourmet food,
lay on endless tables,
crucifying,
a desire to devour.
Succulent roasted meat,
with fowls – ornamented,
desiring,
every flavor imagined.
Gluttony – undone,
this match between men,
thanking,
an unforeseen mayhem.
About the author: Zorlone
Zorlone, an anagram of my name. A title fitting to this blog of mine. Words are created every time such as blogs created online. This site will showcase thoughts translated into words. Dream. Create. Inspire. Follow me in Twitter @Zorlone or visit me too at 140 Flash Fiction.
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Haiku april 19, 2010
Tikman mo na ang aking banana, sigurado na di ka magsasawa, eheheh!
I am still trying to decipher the message of your poem Doc, got distracted after singing that banana song eheheh!
Pass!
I’d wait for Elmot’s interpretation, although of course I’m titillated with the promise of unforeseen mayhem.
Elmot,
What Banana song? Bro, I think you've been looking at the picture too long.
Z
Gutom na gutom ka ba noon ginagawa mo tong poem?
Jan,
I bet Elmot is will take a deep breath before plunging in that kind of interpretation.
Z
Jhong,
Slight lang naman. ehehe
Z
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