Before the oboe the phrase of the crane,
Before the bird and the wood,
Squirting along in the Mesozoic sea
Colouring your tentacles with love –
Bumble me tumble me each one a meal
Deep in the belly of the moon:
I eat the children, and
I drink the sea, and
I eat the cauliflower sky.
Towers encrusted with oysters and cheese
Pastry facades line the street:
Black pudding ribbon and footpath molé
Baked glaze and furniture parfait –
Rumble me grumble me menu me morning
Break fast the order of the day:
I eat the women and
Sip on the trees and
Pigeon pot tartin swooping by.
Sontag streaks rheteors or Berlioz, bassoons,
Homer, the wobble and the slap:
No accountant for taste, boys, but I eat it all
Roll big mouth wise by Sublime –
Fumble me stumble me stupid by design,
Experts and master chefs devoured:
Boson your captain and
Strong force the street tanks!
We eat the labour everyday.