Intellectual Seafood Risotto

I think

I miss you

I need to see you

I think I want some tea

I think I can decode this menu

I think I’ll detonate second-hand smoke

I think I shall slander all superior beings

I think

I think I can pry open your proud mussel

I think I’ll crush this mush / tomato maimed

I think your hair is like a plate of pulp-brain pasta

I think I swallowed the sharp / shiny shards of that ceramic

I think you’ve turned into oysters / over-bred / over-flowing

I think

I think I want you to be Francis Bacon / clutching his silver cutlery

My spoon scoops out accidentally the hollowed gaze / glazed dead shrimp

Your knife still fails to sever / the fake flesh of a scallop / erect inside this shell

I thought, thought hard, midnight madness / to gorge on my hollow hunger

You bent your way / dawn drills / daily exercise then make me breakfast

You ate my fury / festering / frustration accumulated by desire

You eat

You eat, you eat the futurist fragments of a fabricated world

You finish, mock me, lurking in the lair of the dead

You eat your crisp / candy-sweet carbon monoxide

You eat my gilded / glittering / garbage bags

You eat innocent sly / shrewd / subversion

You eat

You howl in silence / tears before the bite

You feel no pang / painless / process

You must purge / vomit / void after

Have you had your fill?

Then eat me

just eat