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Dinner with dunces

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right now the melting pot is boiling
the cream has become diluted
watered down on top
while the mixture at the bottom
full of rich colors and flavors
burns

the stirring and mixing has increased
only to the dismay of the powerful, but blander
flavors
causing tension to undiscerning palettes
the garlic, soy, and potato once diluted
with salt and sliced thin
have become the staple of the dish

while the spices, the fringe has been
forced to the back of the throat

Brian Feist


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Written by lickmypoetry

November 25, 2010 at 9:23 am

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  1. I hope your Turkey doesn’t fit this bill?
    I like your last line… I think we could all feel that!

    dldselfnarration

    November 25, 2010 at 9:26 am

  2. Brian, I love this poem. I couldn’t resist posting it today: the day of meal of all meals. Like most things I love, the significance of this poem out weighs the bitter taste it has left in my mouth. Happy Thanksgiving.

    Sue Zalokar

    November 25, 2010 at 9:36 am


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