Lunch on a Hard Day

Baskets of  yellow corn.

Bowls of white rice.

Red meat

Quivers between my legs.

My drum sticks are shaking.

My feet have grown wings;

Mercury, you are me.

My saliva has become white wine;

Dionysus, you are me.

My eyes have grown sad and calm;

Jesus, you are me.

My tongue is now long and dripping;

Yellow dog, you are me.

Give me a bowl of hope

And watch me lap it up.