hey! i'm late to read your stuff it is pretty cool fun at first mymouth waters with an animal apetite but keeps subsiding tillno more.these two quotes amuse me much. "Just two slices of buttered bread Just two...I acknowledge with dread Two slices...ten mouthfuls? Twelve? Into the pot of fire I'm forced to delve. "I have half a pot of fire and no bread.
I'm breathing fire with each fresh breath. And fresh breath hurts.t" it is a poem well created to satisfy to kill (enormous)serious appetites i guess
I like "goulash of grated glass" now that's an image. This is very well written, the foul food has pepper in it. I understand but you insist on making me feel the heat of a dragon's mouth, seeing the dust on the top, knowing there's not enough butter on my bread. That's what a good write is all about. Thanks for sharing. nansofast