Peppered Poetry
Tuesday, September 16, 2014
Plates - an experiment using an online poetry generator
Plates
Why does the portion shrink?
Then grow?
Then shrink once more?
Mouths satisfied, then not.
For desolation is an empty plate.
Where an empty plate
leads to lust
When the patron has a possessed,
Ravished look.
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