A Haiku to SpamBlue can of steelwhat promise do you hold? salt flesh so ripe Can of metal, slick soft center, so cool, moistening I yearn for your salt Twist, pull the sharp lid Jerks and cuts me deeply but Spam, aaah, my poultice. silent, former pig one communal awareness myriad pink bricks my friend pork shoulder I return to you. This time i've brought mayonnaise clad in metal, proud no mere salt-curing for you you are not bacon and who dares mock Spam? you? you? you are not worthy of one rich pink fleck Grotesque pinkish mass In a blue can on a shelf Quivering alone Like some spongy rock A granite, my piece of Spam In sunlight on my plate The color of Spam is natural as the sky: A block of sunrise Oh tin of pink meat I ponder what you may be: Snout or ear or feet? In the cool morning I fry up a slab of Spam A dog barks next door Pink tender morsel Glistening with salty gel What the hell is it? Ears, snouts, and innards, A homogenous mass Pass another slice Cube of cold pinkness Yellow specks of porcine fat Give me a spork please Old man seeks doctor "I eat Spam daily", he says. Angioplasty Slicing your sweet self Salivating in suspense Sizzle, sizzle..Spam Pink beefy temptress I can no longer remain Vegetarian |