Homer's Kitchen (a poet's grace)

[raish]

Homer’s Kitchen

a poet's grace


It looked so good coming in through the door.

Untreated, unfinished, unexceptional, maybe,

but I have to look for potential

and I found it

and it found me

and it looked so good.




And it worked! Wine flew, flowed,

flowing in the night’s Aegean

after summer balm of food

administered to all our offices

orifices under the light

of more candles than any home should own.




For Christ’s sake it ought to.

All right Jupiter’s sake, no

– Gaia –

people have worked all year to get

this produce to market.

Lifetimes and generations tilled their fields

and we just tip it down the same

old alimentary canal.




It’s always the same at the end of the day.

The same old sailors piss under the same old streetlight,

the same old careworn alleys lead

to the same old bottomless

unbridled passion of my dreams.




Out of these pots and pans of genius

aroma’s colour tapestries exude.

But as I scrape the residue

from marble halls I know

I never made a thing the pigs don’t swill.

[kidder]

I like it for its earthiness. And the rebuke at the end is sharp, unsettling but it's wholly part of the human dimension that makes us appreciate that certain something all the more. Anatomical terms seem to conflict here with the delivery. There's the street and then there's the lab- it's a rough mix to bring together. Keep writing!

[fulmah]

And it worked! Wine flew, flowed,
flowing in the night’s Aegean
after summer balm of food
administered to all our offices
orifices under the light
of more candles than any home should own.

For Christ’s sake it ought to.
All right Jupiter’s sake, no
– Gaia –
people have worked all year to get
this produce to market.
Lifetimes and generations tilled their fields
and we just tip it down the same
old alimentary canal.
wow! this is right up my alley; the sudden twisting images, the mythological references, the technique's you've used... this is just fantastic. I hope to see more from you :)