I am
the highway tunnels drilled in your gums
from when your baby teeth plucked themselves out.

I am
the **** rotting on the bed,
whose gelatin you flayed off with your rusted spoon.

I am
the accused with his bounty price
plastered across the billboard sign.

I am
the dying fetus
jutting her head outside the womb.

I am these tributaries — these waves that thirst — which, at first glance, don’t connect. In time, they will prove

that humanity has claimed territory in them.
I am the mouth, drooling forth my mountain water.

This larger lake! I shall never see beyond it.
I am not the fifth dimension, where the sky hangs its hook.

So what?
I have its might. I am the colonizer in its territory,
and I claim it.

upping the umami, the fifth taste

“Umami is the last-to-be discovered fifth basic taste, along with sweet, sour, bitter, and salty, and triggers a distinct class of taste receptors on the tongue. ... The most notorious (and often unjustifiably maligned) source of umami is monosodium glutamate (MSG), the sodium salt of a naturally-occurring amino acid.”

a chicken soup recipe^ says it’s time,
time to up the umami,
me-the-no-cook is sidelined and intrigued,
then taken to another place

sweet, sour, bitter and salty
are the tastes of you life,
but it’s time to up the game
release the amino acids of my fingers
into her body, the tasting menu scrapped,
go direct to the boardwalk hotel,
railroad her unto my jail,
teach and share the notorious
fifth perception of loves taste,
the elixir of our combinatory sensationalism






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The Best Chicken Soup with Rice, Carrots, and Kale
Saveur
Tomato paste and fish sauce add depth and umami to our best-ever chicken-and-rice soup studded with sweet carrots and silky kale.

May I propose a fifth season
It’s anytime you feel happy
And the world suddenly shifts
Rain becomes music
And sunlight happy dancers
Leaves fall like inhibitions
And snow comforts warmly
This season is universal
No happiness is equatorially dependent
A smile is a smile
In rain or sun or leaves or snow
The world can be changed
By a glimpse of the fifth season

The sky is so polluted but it's beautiful, isn't it though?
Feel bad, so to relax, sit outside 7-Eleven with a smoke.
With the way I hold my head you can't even tell I'm poor.
Or maybe you can, because "What's that?" You ask. It's
the loose change in my pockets overfilled to the spilling
You hear me walking, it's no-cash, it's no-wash, the half
blood broke ***. All the bad habits, no natural habitat.
Clothes from the Village feel almost as fine on your flesh
as the high class new tags from the corner off 5th/Saks
What makes you happy? What makes you happy?
With just a little more coming in you could finance your
fantasy, or get more freak and nasty. Green is the color
on top of the clouds that catches you falling before the ground.
Shuck corn, remorseless, you can get it paid. Mesmerize
at the numbers rising higher and higher, coerced too
easily to enjoy your stay. What makes you happy?
What makes you happy? The view from the penthouse
on top of the city. Pity. There's no love in the home you
built. There's no cause no effect no affection waking
you up to touch the world with the passion igniting
your eyes and pulsing out your fingertips. One step
from homelessness without one hope, but faith is
a better replacement in the end and I've got faith
in code.

I have fifth pretty senses ..............                                                    I have two pretty eyes to see you ...........................                                             I have two wonderful ears to hear you ............................................                                 I have two lovely hands to touch you ...................................................                     I have one nose to smell your fragrance anytime ,and                                 I have one pretty mouth to tell that                                                   I love you in truth .........................................                                                        Those are my pretty and wonderful senses .                                                        ___________________­__

Keep a fifth of me in your mind
As I move on and leave
What we have been behind

I'll leave you hanging
Like the chimes on my door
As your scent becomes just
A fragment of my mind, nothing more

Meet me at eternity's pearly gates
Kiss me back as the desert wind
Meets your porcelain face

Every tear you shed
I'll fall on your cheek
Every fear you fear
My heart takes a beat

My love is only as good
As distance allows
My love, my love
I'm miles from where you are

My heart sings as far
As the speed of sounds
My heart, my heart
Come, my heart, tell me how far.