Setting Breakfast, Omnicron Seti

Posted by Erik Moshe on Thursday, September 5, 2013 Under: Poetry

on break from studying the Suda...
we toast globefruits to independent countryism
it has the consistency of a tungsten crepe
or an irregular strawberry banana smoothie
Earthside, novelists put too much time into cooking
non de plume exo-odysseys (do it yourself, right?)
ice cream Sundaes scalded by a sugary stellar wind
acai soup bottled, tested in the Cheyennes
ensuring no leakages of mineral meat loaf minestrone

Gourmet style egg scramble eventually comprises
new whitewash Sistene system in a menstruating lineup
Blood red giants pass algae from a frying pan
to an asteroid belt completely stuffed with rural nectarines
diplomats nip at rosemary extract cakes while the
shadows of Thanatos the Light Destroyer
purrs over their shoulders
Gertrude Magnitude: retired astronaut
Beta carotine snuggles nicely into her bosom

Green pears in space, luxury? I mean, what else
is out there, formulating from strange vineyards so far
from our rough farmer's hands. Our flesh-mozzerella fingers
ousting crops from unphilanthropic ground soil
Perhaps they wear burkas of quinoa seeds
call one another Badr, bark at the notion of lightyears
keeping them away from their AM burritos
& star-studded coffee mix

In : Poetry 

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