Insatiably Salacious

Today there was nutmeg in my coffee. Yesterday it was half and half. Yesterday’s flavors are as distant from now as the n in that last noun. The w is in that is even past. As is the t in that past gone. Time flies by in a currently bizarre fashion tonight. I’m living every second as a now. No past. No future. Only the present, which is already outdated. Insatiably salacious. Say that quickly, many times. Insatiably salacious all the while. What once was scandalous is today innocuous. And time flies by, like a vulture in the sky, and suddenly he breaks into song....