Cannibal Cunning Lingus


Farouz Gipson


I.
AMERICA
YOU EAT ME
AS IF I WERE A McDONALDS HAMBURGER.

YOU HAVE NONE
OF THE SENSITIVITY
TO REAP THE INNUENDO
THAT WOULD EXCITE
THE RANGES OF YOUR TASTE BUDS
INTO SYMPHONY.

YOUR AVARICIOUS NEED
TO SEIZE AND
TO SATIATE YOUR HUNGER
LEAVES YOU
TONGUE DISTENDED AND
HANGING IN SHARDS.

IN THE EYELESS TASTE BUDS OF YOUR TONGUE
I CAN SEE THE GOUGES THAT YOU'VE MADE.

II.
YOU HAVE A GOLD PLATED VENEER
WHERE ONCE YOU HAD SKIN
THAT COULD REVEL IN THE
SUBTLE TITILLATIONS OF THE JAGUAR SUN.

YOUR IMPERVIOUS GOLD SHELL
CANNOT BE TANNED
BY THAT JAGUAR SUN-LIGHT
CANNOT BE BURNED.

THAT JAGUAR SUN
COOKS MY FLESH WITH NO ROLLED GOLD SHELL
TO SHIELD THE BLISTERING
AND CHARRING OF TRUTH.

WITH NO GOLD PALATE
I CAN FEEL
THE COOL TEARS THAT RUN IN RIVULETS
DOWN THE LINES IN MY FACE.
THEY WHISPER WHERE MY DREAMS MIGHT END.

YOUR TONGUE CARESSES
A SINGLE DROPLET
FROM A LINE IN MY EYE.

I CAN FEEL, WITHOUT A FAÇADE,
ECSTASY IN YOUR TOUCH.

AND WHILE I ANTICIPATE
THAT LOLLING OVER YOUR TONGUE,
YOUR TONGUE THAT I FABRICATE A VISION
OF WEAVING
ENTWINING
AND CRESCENDOING IN.
I FIND MYSELF
INSTEAD
EMBRACING SHARP WHITE TEETH.

AS YOU TEAR ME IN LARGE MOUTHFULS
BIG CHUNKS
AND I GO SLIPPING, SLIDING DOWN YOUR THROAT,
I LAMENT FOR THE LACK OF DIALOGUE
BETWEEN YOUR TASTE BUDS AND I.

I LAMENT FOR YOUR EYELESS TASTE BUDS.

I LAMENT FOR YOUR ROLLED GOLD SHELL
THAT LEADS YOU TO BELIEVE YOURSELF
IMPERVIOUS TO AND UNAFFECTED BY ME
AND LEADS YOU TO BE IGNORE-ANT OF ME.

III.
YOU ARE, AMERICA,
IGNORANT OF, YET NOT IMPERVIOUS TO, ME,
AND STILL, YOU DOUSE ME WITH POISONS,
INUNDATE ME WITH PRESERVATIVES
AND EAT ME IN THE DECEIT OF MONO SODIUM GLUTAMATE,
IN THE DECEIT THAT YOU ARE MAKING ME MORE WHOLE-SOME.

YOU ARE IGNORANT OF ME, AMERICA,
AND IN YOUR SELF DERIVED SENSIBILITIES
YOU BASTARDIZE WHAT YOU PERCEIVE.

WOULD YOU ROB ME OF EVEN MORE OF MY VALUE
BY MASKING MY FLAVOR
WITH TABASCO SAUCE, POISONS, AND FEMININE DEODORANT SPRAY,
AS WELL?

ALLOW YOURSELF TO DENY ME,
YET PARADOXICALLY,
YOU GRASP FOR MY NOURISHMENT.

IV.
MY NOURISHMENT I FREELY OFFER
I, MY JESUS,
I ONLY SEEK CRESCENDO OF YOUR PALATE;
MY SUBTLETIES OF TASTE AND NOURISHMENT
TO ALLOW YOU TO REALIZE
THE VOID OF DISCREET BEING.
TO REALIZE THAT I AM ASSIMILATING
INTO YOUR CELLS. I SEEK.
I, MY JESUS, KNOWING THAT I SLIP IN AND
OUT OF LANCET TEETH,
FONDLE ANESTHETIZED TASTE BUDS.
TONGUE LOLLING IN SHARDS.

MY NOURISHMENT I FREELY OFFER,
SACRIFICE.

V.
ON MY PYRE
IS BORNE
ETERNAL LIFE IN YOU
AND ALL THAT MY SPIRIT INHABITS.

MY EMANCIPATION IN MY ASSIMILATION.

MAY WE FEAST,
TOGETHER.

VI.
AMERICA
YOU WOULD HAVE ME BE JUDAS TO MY SELF
SO THAT YOU MAY DENY ME AS WELL.
DENY ME.
CALL ME NIGGER.
DEVOUR MY JESUS.
(WHAT IS JESUS TO YOU, ANYWAY?
MONEY??)?
DON'T THINK ABOUT MY JUDAS;
THAT NIGGER-NESS THAT YOU BESTOW UPON ME
AND THAT YOU ARE INEXTRICABLY BOUND TO DIGEST.

AS I BECOME YOU
THE JUDAS THAT YOU GAVE ME
WILL EAT YOU FROM THE INSIDE

SO DON'T DROWN ME IN THE DECEIT OF
MSG, DDT, AND FDS.

AFFIRM ME SO THAT WE MAY REVEL
IN APPRECIATION
AND I MAY DINE UPON YOU AS WELL.

MAY WE FEAST,
TOGETHER.

VII.
I LET YOUR LOLLING TONGUE
INTO MY WOMB.
MY WOMB
THAT NURTURES MY DREAMS.

YOUR SALIVA CARRIES NO SEED.
MY DREAMS WITHER AGAINST
YOUR PROBING TONGUE.

TONGUE OF EMPTY PROMISES
I AM DAMNED FOR HEARING THEM.

CURSE ME AND MY JUDAS
BORNE ON THE DEATH OF MY DREAMS.

CURSED YOU ARE TO BECOME THAT BROKEN DREAM,
AMERICA,
FOR SURELY YOU REALIZE,
THAT WE MUTUALLY PERFORM
CANNIBAL CUNNING LINGUS,
AND THAT YOU ARE WHAT YOU EAT,
AS AM I.

MAY WE FEAST,
TOGETHER.


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