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We doin’ it in the kitchen,
Picturing fiction,
Dictating definitive diction
With friction and tension.
Giving gifted sentences,
Like a prescription.
Cerebral celestial entities,
From the darkest corner of space;
We spread light and loving grace,
That complex umami taste.
Displace your set shapes,
In all the right ways.
Relax the muscles in your face,
and drink your bourbon straight,
Cook raw foods to satiate,
Then create something great.
Do not hesitate to take a stake
In the future’s fate.
Chuck, thanks for your ode to doing instead of thinking, poetry.
I love it when one word leads me to a deeper understanding of the poem. I was hooked by the first line, then grateful to understand that “doing it” was sensual and intellectual and personal, all at once. Multi-sensory experiences are greatly enhanced by the seasonings!
I remember this from before or at least some of the lines. Birth and rebirth…
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