A Taste of Haiku

by Amanda Bullington

Flaky, time-old tan
Without, pure yeast-filled goodness
Within. No nutrition.

Raw creations from the Earth
Left plain in a bowl,
Covered with oily goo.

Squeezable fingers.
They could stretch from mouth to
Cow's udder, if you don't chew.

Colorless bean powder
Imitating muscle, except
With better taste.

Calico creams and solids,
Plumpening stomachs
And soiled with legumes.

The ride home:
The steering wheel moves closer
With every inhalation.

It's dangerous.


Posted on 03/28/2007
Copyright © 2023 Amanda Bullington

Member Comments on this Poem
Posted by Philip F De Pinto on 02/02/15 at 01:45 PM

quite lovely and unique, these haikus of yours.

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