The Fuck-Me Burger

Tree

One could consider the burger you’re eating
Muscular, Masticating, Molars
Forcing the bolus
with your throbbing tongue
down, down, in
Does the food slide down the sides
of your stomach?
Or does it splash
Like a just pinched turd
in your innard fluids?

Later on, we’ll be back at my place
and your fluids will
shake baby shake
as we fuck baby fuck
One could consider
mid-coitus
the burger you ate.

This entry was posted on Thursday, March 26th, 2009 at 9:43 pm and is filed under Poetry . You can follow any responses to this entry through the RSS 2.0 feed. You can leave a response, or trackback from your own site.

6 Responses to “The Fuck-Me Burger”

  • dannymontreal Says:
    March 27th, 2009 at 10:06 am

    I, as a lover of words, was totally sold by your use of bolus. Somehow, I had lived my life without attaching any sense of sensuality to it.
    Until you…

  • Tree Says:
    March 28th, 2009 at 12:39 pm

    haha!

  • Benjamin Says:
    March 28th, 2009 at 3:58 pm

    Ugh. I’m sorry Tree. This is almost to much for me. Not something to share over tea. A tribute to poetic bravery, but a little to filthy, for me. ;)

  • heather Says:
    April 1st, 2009 at 4:44 pm

    ewwww!! Makes me so glad to be a vegetarian….

  • Josh Says:
    April 5th, 2009 at 4:56 pm

    Horrifying! It took me a large number of days after reading it before I could eat a veggie burger again. I see a veggie burger remix….. Help me be a better vegetarian. But please don’t go anywhere near hot dogs with descriptive words like that. That would probably be the ruin of your carrier as a writer anyways! But personally I just don’t want to get sick..

  • Tree Says:
    April 5th, 2009 at 10:05 pm

    haha an interesting idea, interestingly this poem was inspired by a trip to The Works with an ex-girlfriend. I am a vegetarian myself aswell, but the girlfriend wasn’t lol..

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