A Taste of Haiku
by Amanda BullingtonFlaky, 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.
03/26/2007