Aperitif Imperative

never ever will they ever
be slithering back

they left a table wrecked,
without praising the
place setter,

they made that face at each
other while sampling our
best offers

and flowed joy over my
lesser flavours

then milked last grapes
from on high alter,

wiped their mouths on ripped
upholstery, and their assholes
with my family’s flag,

i turned our portrait towards
the wall, can’t see-

won’t be tagged and tracked all night
by more dead eyes than were

image: https://www.artsy.net/article/artsy-editorial-dutch-lifes-dark-secrets-hide-exotic-delicacies

image: https://mealenscene.wordpress.com/2015/03/07/pans-labyrinth-2006-grapes-innocence/

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