Fried Coke Balls
January 27th, 2008
Fried Coke Balls / Sacrifice
Fried Coke balls
Fried balls of Coca Cola
Fried balls of purest Coca Cola
Hard-Fried Coke balls stuck
To my naked body
Like swollen, crunchy leeches
Like ribosome clusters
Like heavy pollen blown
On big, buttered breezes
Buttered gusts, buttered gales
Buttered air against my skin
Heralding porkfat predawn rain
Porkfat drizzle
Porkfat shower
Gristle puddles welling up
Gristle welling pondlets
I choose one, sit in it slowly
Gathering myself in my arms
In thick, warm baste
Coke Balls popping like
Puffball mushrooms
Cinnamon spores
Misting the moist morning air
Basting, rubbing,
Anointing myself
Solemnly
For the Sun to eat
C. Way/ SnailCrow.com © 2008
