Written by Jeff Santosuosso
Thursday, 07 April 2011 00:00
The pizza burned the roof of my mouth
As I bit in and thrust my tongue upward,
Felt the singe, heard the hiss,
Smelled the momentary rot over the pepperoni and cheese.
The flesh dangled there, pink no more,
Spontaneous uvula, function unknown, impostor uvula.
Miniature of the miniature, invisible unmirrored.
Oh vanguard of vibrato!
Oh choral coordinator with teeth and tongue!
Oh great passer of wind!
Oh pearlescent teardrop singed to my fascination!
I wanna groove-ula, never remove-ula.
It'll behoove-ula to protect your uvula.
Dangle and dance spontaneous uvula.
I'll flick you with my tongue and think dirty thoughts
Like foreplay until the moment ends
And my playful pink pendant falls off and leaves me just chafed and raw.