This is no ordinary poem,
this is a word-filled, playfully written piece,
with delicious mouth-feel and tongue-tingle,
rich with hyphens and a splash-dash of onomatopoeia,
lavished with this poet’s delicate brain-juice,
the creative offal of my heart,
topped with the sour-cream of emotions,
pan-fried in the heat of my passion
grilled for mysteries and meaning
before being stir-fried in the jabber-wok .
No, this is no ordinary poem.
This is a Joe Cushnan poem.