PASTA ON THE FLOOR

October 8, 2013
chris

Dancing like Angels

Cheese lay scattered like worshipers in their wake

Hints of herbs waltzed beside in an inescapable trance

So hard to keep your eyes off them

Like a highway accident where you know someone has died

This figure of food

So eloquent in their stance

Must forgo the life they wish

Onlookers weep

Knowing their fate to be the same

Strands of life congeal

Cooling to room temperature

As hungry cats stalk

The dance now over

Carpet licked clean