Fridge

10/01/12

What on earth to have for tea?

I wonder whilst I drink

A question, narrowed significantly

When I peer into the fridge

My eyes, first, glance the mouldy fruit

The cabbage and the mince

Defrosted, it was, weeks ago

No one’s checked it since

But what is this I see

Before me, is there something forming?

Maybe I could have this for tea

If it shows no signs of warning

I know now the nose knows best

Sniffing its smell is the ultimate test

Breath in sharply

I clamp down on my nostrils,

As tightly as I know how

As the whiff of wrenching waste

Squeezes on my bowels

Sensations of collecting vapour

Dampen my insides

Vibrations, like a caper

Sliding between the thighs

And yet I cannot slam the door

Or even move away

A smell that’s so horrific

It locks me in my place

Stretching out my nose

To this hypnotising stench

That reaches to my toes

And squeezes like a wrench

Arousal makes me wonder

If there’s beauty in this pain

And much admiration to gain

Do the senses find it so grotesque?

And ugly

That it’s exciting for the brain 

Samh


Here a recording at:
http://soundcloud.com/wirepipe/the-fridge