The waves have been rolling in and crashing on the shore well before I was born, and they’ll continue to do so long after I’m gone.

holding court with a baguette in one’s hand

speaking of locusts, rotting donkeys, and

sea urchins has an air of absurdity and jest

however; if one truly believes in the loaf

it continues on in a sacred symbiosis

mixing sex with food is fiendish behavior

for most but not the female mantis

penetration by rhinoceros horns leave

little to the imagination but copious 

amounts of pain and stain

atomic particles and DNA strands 

walking/talking/breathing/living

a leisurely stroll on the beach and

a trek to the shelter for a free meal

are both indeed considered walks

sinister infants can be evil with no consequence or recourse 

swinging hammers on the legs

of loved ones in a cowardly act

TAKE UP ARMS!!!!

…and fingers as well

pawn the rings

ingest the meat

death/decay and

sexual desires married

in a sweaty/sour soup

all you can eat

but never satisfied