The Burning Bush 2, issue five, June 2013
Brian Kirk Food Lover It rained all day, the hours began to drag, I fed the dog and tried to eat something But since you left each mouthful makes me gag. The bottles on the shelf to me they nag, But wine will only make my stomach spin, It rained all day, the hours began to drag, All food now only tastes of stubbed out fags. I want to eat, I know I must be starving But since you left each mouthful makes me gag. Drink only ever makes me fight or brag, It never kills the pain or soothes the sting. It rained all day, the hours began to drag. Before the open fridge my spirits flag, The pasta and linguini taste like string But since you left each mouthful makes me gag. Till you come back to me the time will lag I miss you love and (of course) your cooking, It rained all day, the hours began to drag, But since you left each mouthful makes me gag.
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