with a long tined fork
there's a little too much olive oil
and there are no
zesty green speckles coating the strands

Lately's been
murmering all kinds of misgivings
pressing themselves
to the mind's looking glass like a
cageful of screaming lunatics
ever since she left

No, the butter isn't sour
and no
has little to do with
the torturemaster's mantra
One day you'll appreciate all..

One convenience of amnesia
is thumbing the nose at what was
like pasta for two
and the tang of sweet basil
which lingered on the lips


,Slpknot41/44,
,03/26/04,