Red Lips Touch the Flesh

Red lips touch the flesh
Of greasy day-old chicken.
Chunks of lard still cling.

New Year's Day Is Here

New Year’s Day is here.
Cold pork and beans from the can.
We fight for the side meat.

Morning Mail. We Dance.

Morning mail. We dance.
We shall feast at Burger King.
Our welfare checks came.

Bluish-Orange Bumps

Bluish-orange bumps
Of spongy fungal matter:
Coffee-ground garden.

Today We Shall Feast

Today we shall feast.
Loaves of stale bread and hard cheese ~
Commodities came.

Crinkly Tin Pans

Crinkly tin pans
Hold frozen TV dinners.
Why bother to thaw?

Our Lunch-Plates, Licked Clean

Our lunch-plates, licked clean
By pink sandpapery tongues.
The gravy has fur.