The Barfing Poem

Art from food

To see the glowing bowl below the cooler trough of life. Where thoughts that flow get flushed to go on paper marked with strife. That everywhere a note must flow the poets flush for life. As every thought of barf going out are words he ate by knife.

Author's Note

I tried to make our meal like our destiny in art

Reviews

[Chris Shaw]

There is art in everything. I have seen art in food. Years ago I can remember a book called Rude Food. Your toilet metaphor here is so funny. This poem is far too good to be flushed away without leaving a comment. I like humour in poetry.

Chris