handle on the pot

the cook is crooked
loose and goose down
bed sheats boiled for dinner
listen to the hunger of the teeth in the mill
grind their way through oats and beans
and barley, go and fetch a picture
of water and make sure theeer's not hole in it

keeping up with the times, demands a certain material
restraint. Its a quiver full of purpose
and porcupine remains that at the end of that day,
leaves us fat and sappy. like the titanic
but if the iceberg was only lettuce.