Grace

Ian why don't you say grace

"dear god thanks, and if you loved me vegetables would

be extinct"

Now I'm looking down the barrel of a string-bean side

like an exodus of biblical proportion redefined

Rectangle seat 4, squeeze 5, each one

May not be excused from the table ‘til the green gone

Stomach revvin‘ up an episodic rerun

Where's a dissipating plume of smoke when you need one?

Chris and Graham hate ‘em too but advocate a braver

chew invented for the code red, cola chaser, nose held,

gulp!

Moments later 2 have been released

Leaving me the legroom and the legume police

Going "freeze, you with the pretzeled arms

Send your fabricated nausea my best regards

And know this kitchen as a prison ‘til the pea pods die

I could sit here all night"

So could I

Who was at the doorjust now?

Kids on dirt bikes asking you to bunny-hop the

curbsides Really?

Yup I told em "oh he busy, he staring at his green

beans being a total pussy"

Who was at the doorjust now?

Kids on skateboards asking you to navigate the

claymores Really?

Yup, I told em "oh he can't, he in the kitchen pouting

and terrified ofa plant"

Blink Twice if you are being held hostage

I speak and spell ofa sleeper cell in the hospice

Woke, impersonating busy little helpers

That intimately purr between the hiccuping up of

feathers

Pick a porcelain dish

A single portion canned

Frozen or fresh

Defies the glory ofthe Poultry or fish

Via communal bloodletting that rupture spud levy

No '87 supper-scape was truly flood-friendly, ever

Including at your basic cemetery for contaminated

textures 60 minutes into never

Where room temp heirlooms emanate a crude black mist

To a rendition of "dude, dad's pissed"

Tell dad dude's pissed too

Not to mention genuinely brandishing a the new gill hue

Still out-mule any last strafing watchmen

‘til the lord taketh waiting as an option

Who was at the doorjust now?

Kids on dirt bikes asking you to bunny-hop the

curbsides Really?

Yup I told em "oh he busy, he staring at his green

beans being a total pussy

Who was at the doorjust now?

Kids on skateboards asking you to navigate the

claymores Really?

Yup, I told em "oh he can't, he in the kitchen pouting

and terrified ofa plant"

Less like toes in a tide pool

More like, left, right, poached from notable giant

Kaiju

Fat neck, fine tooth, rock and lean, yelling

"this ends now eat the god damn beans!" ah!

Hangdog mouth talk slang wrong and that there's

flatware exhumed by a crane arm

Time for some action

Stab one ripe for a swipe and extraction

Brined in malpractice

Carried to the cavernous yap and obliged access

If only in compliance with a deep-fried fascist, peep

Literally bite down once

And my tongue get a flooding from my uninvited guts

Pointer finger plug a hole in the damn

Ma notice, "ok gross, dinner's over, go spit", pop call

"bullshit"

Both of my brothers break in, like "he's on his Davie

Hogan no mistaken", by the way

Who was at the doorjust now?

Kids on dirt bikes asking you to bunny-hop the

curbsides Really?

Yup I told em "oh he busy, he staring at his green

beans being a total pussy

Who was at the doorjust now?

Kids on skateboards asking you to navigate the

claymores Really?

Yup, I told em "oh he can't, he in the kitchen pouting

and terrified ofa plant"