Sex Death and Sour Cream

[carahmellow]

Sex Death and Sour Cream

What we are 
in my most humble opinion 
is a collection of 
sex, in a stew
of death. love this stanza... very compelling. I love straight to the point moments in a sea of flowery writing.. it adds punch.

Ancestors are aromatic
in the air,
lingering memories.

Umami, humanity
pungent extension
of aromatic spores
mushrooming underground.

Found family and genetic 
a melting pot
of feelings, love, and ancestors
fears forgotten. 

Mycelial networks of
lies and buried truths.
Keep the heat to simmer.

Combinations new
time could make
a better stew.

I'll eat any stew,
one sip at
the tip of tongue.

Waiting for it to cool
add the beets
hold sour cream.

There is definitely something about this poem I really like. Probably one of my favorites I have read of yours. I found myself thinking about the stanzas and enjoying the process of deciphering the lines. though I do think it lacks a bit of flow at times. especially near the end, but The beginning was really strong. I also did not catch any of that symbolism until I read your responses. It was a bit to vague for a reader, but great for your own knowlege.