The taste of lemon
\nFills my psyche
\nBlots out all of humanity
\nThe violence of the experience
\nUnbridled and troubled depravity
\nThe waving wind
\nThe bull rushes
\nThe lily pad whence I
\nCavorted with my lover
\nUnderneath an azure sky<\/p>\n
Watching her, her chopsticks
\nThe tamari how it smarts
\nDislocated disentangled
\nDistorted and whose hearts
\nBeat in truthful motion
\nDisproportionate and vile
\nViolated turmoil
\nContorted all the while<\/p>\n
A tranquility of purpose
\nStagnancy of sin
\nA velocity of violence
\nA rampant heart wears thin
\nThe Japanese continuance
\nOf sushi in a bar
\nA total disengagement
\nI wonder who you are
\nA cruel disembowelling
\nMurdering mastication
\nWhilst the customer is near
\nAt this very location<\/p>\n
A gourmet in the making
\nVictuals provender
\nOnce I was a handsome frog
\nI am sure you will concur
\nBut now I see and feel her
\nHer eyes stare down at me
\nSoon I shall be swimming
\nIn her gut hoping to free<\/p>\n
Descending into darkness
\nThe warmth of her desire
\nPlunging into acidity
\nDrowning in her fire
\nDeranged and all asunder
\nImmateriality
\nImponderable worth
\nDisembodied disincarnate
\nNow not part of Earth<\/p>\n
The agony of being
\nThe balance of before
\nThe Japanese their hardness
\nTheir love of blood and gore
\nTheir callous stony outlook
\nA baptism for me
\nA conduit to Hell itself
\nComplete mortality<\/p>\n
Blood letting vivisection
\nA sacrifice of sorts
\nA coup de grace a final stroke
\nA butchery of thoughts
\nAn inquest of invention
\nThe croaker in me knows
\nThe artwork of the demented
\nThat this young women chose<\/p>\n
How could she watch me languish
\nAnd chew upon my soul
\nCould anybody kiss her lips
\nAnd still feel in control
\nHidden In some harem
\nA titillation for
\nThe unquenched and the fervent
\nThe pungency and more<\/p>\n
For her utter ambrosia
\nFor me the saddest death
\nFor her so appetising
\nThe rancid loss of breath
\nThe stench of halitosis
\nMalodorous and strong
\nSulphurous an offensive
\nAnd obviously so wrong<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"
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