the last antipasti iii

trust me,
flake almonds upon me,
indulge in fulgent greens
i confound your troubles
with salubrious sheen
there is no knowledge
but sensation
so slide on in
to my dm’s
the merlot refill
unexpectedly chilled,
effervescent on your tongue
makes you cry yum, yum

confidence is recklessness
incarnate
so crunch my fibrous branches
so delicate
are you here for sublime?
or did you get lost looking for
the beige light district?
over by the camp
but closeted quarter?
oh yeah have another breadstick,
fill up on brie
i know you’ll be back for me

yum is a good word. the whole -um series is exquisite actually. bum. cum. dumb. gum. tum. what happened to fum? i guess it became thumb over time. ho hum. it sums. crumbs, what to make of the -umb paraseries?

it plumbs new depths of um phraseology. in this example, necessarily, to differentiate from plum. i wonder though, if there is something vulgar about the -um. u’s generally, feature heavily in the vulgar (fuck, cunt etc.). i feel someone thought – i don’t want anyone associating crums of bread with sex – let’s spell it with a subtle silent b – gentrify it a bit into crumb.

that’s my theory.