Masticated Hypnosis

Moby ****

may have been

a

big

BIG

fish

and Ishmael

didn't have it so easy

But I need, I dream

of the epitome

of a flawless

ideal

piece of whitefish

A Succulent Bite

A Taste of Right

Hand battered

Deep fried

A

crunch

into heaven

Mouth-watering

yet light

Next to

crisp

oh-so

crisp

fries

Draft Rootbeer

Foam

in a mug

of delight

Mmmm Mmmmm

Seafood

See, this food

tastes like hope

Up North

I salivate

thinking of its

taste

thinking of

perfection

Man

Oh, Man

They don't make it

like this

anymore

So

so

fresh

This piece

Creates a sense

of peace

Harmony

on your palate

It turns

you up-turned nose

down

to the aroma

of a fisherman's skill

Natural Salt

of this world

brings you to a world

of pleasure

in a nibble

A coming together

on my plate

Skin-lined

Red Skin

potatoes

Frothy

Quenching

Rootbeer

Whitefish.

Simple Things

I found this fine trip

Combined with waterfall air

to breathe deep

My taste buds

had

gone up in

smoke.

My tongue

realized with

surprise

the possibilities of life.

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