Sumptuary Law

When I eat cereal,
I like to put the milk
and the cereal together
right in my mouth.
No bowl.
No spoon.

Grievances of a Mesopotamian Farmer: The extenuation of barbarity

Detecting and repairing holes.
One giant chunk coincides
with the casting of puppies into the sea.
Apologies.
The subject has become a friend
with whom I am not yet willing to part.
Mass of humankind,
tied down, deflected from its purpose.
Life gone forth into the open air,
as a polished shell
on a dusty road.
From this source a hollowness grows--
based on evidence,
widely referenced.
Symptoms of overcrowding.
Space is the final frontier.