o, to instead become fond of the english cuisine
8/16/05
so much of the time
the things I spy around me
end up having this crispy
Cajun-like
flaky charred coating covering
their cool calm insides
hiding away their delicate clockwork tickings
like a rustedshut musicbox
what you see
is not what you see
but only that
which you see
because
for me
only Cajun-style trust
will do
on my plate –
for a flavor burned through and through
I can only send back
to the kitchen
in a fury of disgust
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