An apricot and raisin Geobar.

Eating Poetry
Mark Strand

I

Eating Poetry

Ink runs from the corners of my mouth.
There is no happiness like mine.
I have been eating poetry.

The librarian does not believe what she sees.
Her eyes are sad
and she walks with her hands in her dress.

The poems are gone.
The light is dim.
The dogs are on the basement stairs and coming up.

Their eyeballs roll,
their blond legs burn like brush.
The poor librarian begins to stamp her feet and weep.

She does not understand.
When I get on my knees and lick her hand,
she screams.

I am a new man,
I snarl at her and bark,
I romp with joy in the bookish dark.

Fried Rice

I just made a mushroom and chicken quasidilla (don't care to look up correct spelling). It was quite good.

that is a great poem.

Toast.

I am eating Dried Mangoes.

drinking coke, so nothing new

I'm snorting cock.

you re eaten poems were too much .invite me to your heaven.
my stomach is making a bad music . that poem made my appetite go,but no matter hunger is stronger..

i m out of luck at 12 o clock.i eat alone.

Fresh spring rolls and some curried tofu.

I had a Pollo Bowl from Pollo Loco and A cheese Quesadilla.

I just ate the best homemade enchillada.

cookies

I had baked ziti for dinner. It was great.

Stale Cheeto Puff's and a Dr. Pepper.

Mmm. Delicious.

disgusting.

everything tastes like cardboard at the moment as i have a cold so i am eating nothing.