Delicious All Day

Your Body, Actually
for HC

There is only so much content at hand
and life has become very straightforward.

One option unfolds another: touch me and die.
Reassuring as a sinkhole, totally.

Seasons come on as a sausage restaurant,
hopeful, with all its blinding trinkets

and inherited imagery. No other replies needed.
We are living in a post-sacred age, so it''s official,

nothing is sacred. It''s official: leather pyjamas.
Go away, thoroughly, where winds have worn

deserts to a whistle, rocks shaped to a gesture.
How many rugs were pulled from under us?

And will we know a burning platform among
all this interference, this life of soft graft.