When thinking of the most frequent use of the word "organic" these days and it's reference to food, I can't help wondering what an inorganic food would be. Nails and tacks?
I would chew grainy words like pumpernickel, lick
slick words that slip against the tongue
and melt like lilikoi
luscious Hawaian ice-upon-a-stick.
Nor would I live on food-words only
but feast on all the savory
flavored dictionary words
the meaty ones like buxom and contemplate
seasoned with peppery sprinkles
of quip and tipple
and I would nibble the edges
of flat round cookies of extrapolate, reforestation
and tickle my palate with perfumed words:
Aldebaran, oriental, satin.
I would open my Webster’s unabridged
and grow fat on specious, unadulerated, irresolution.
Never never would I go hungry.
and lay me down to sleep
after I sip a soothing drink brewed from
soporific, subliminal and seraphim
and I will dream of books and libraries.