Indepedent zen monk; freelance web, open source, AI programmer; part time poet:
LIVER
Grant,
old buddy
poet:
I found a liver
in your
refrigerator.
I'm sorry:
I ate it.
And washed it down
with turpentine.
Thank you!
It was delicious,
so cirrhotic,
leaving little threads
of joy and shame and terror
stuck between my teeth
Defying the floss
of convention.
--Chris Rose