poems about onion bagels

Falling off a bike

happens in a vacuum —

launching forward

through soundless space,

head then feet then helmet

then head then feet

limp body

looping like a bagel,

silent gasp trailing from

gaping mouth

float

then fall

sound returns

with a punch to the lungs,

a patch of angry gravel,

and a fresh-baked batch

of bloody onion bruises

topics: injury, sound, transportation

17

08 2009

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season premieres

deserve a darkened

room,

a comfortable chair,

and an audience that adheres

to a strict

no-talking policy;

the last of which

comes easier

(of course)

when onion bagels are served

topics: communication, tv

16

08 2009

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old racist bagel

damn those dark and dirty wheats

they’re rotten to the core,

and damn those queer blueberry fruits

what’d they move here for?

damn likewise all the cinnamons

they’re lazy and they’re cheap,

those spineless eggs could damn themselves

if they weren’t such yellow sheep,

and damn those onions most of all

with their pungent ethnic smell,

there’s no place left for plains these days

— this bakery’s gone to hell

topics: anger, discrimination, stereotypes

15

08 2009

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Four

For four years now my bagel’s been the best I’ve ever had,

She’s nourished me through sick and health, through times both good and bad

Sometimes her skin gets toasty brown, but usually it’s pale,

It’s soft and smooth and appetizing, anything but stale

Her onions can be spicy, and they also can be sweet,

But any way you slice them, they’re the kind I like to eat

Our past four years have flown by faster than a toaster’s ding,

Still I can’t wait to get a taste of what our next ones bring

topics: love, marriage, time

13

08 2009

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PDA

Twelve-year-old tongue kissers

touching tonsils on the bus

Smacking like a gum-chewing waitress

Slurping like they’re sucking onions

through bagel holes

Making me wanna change my seat

topics: children, grossness, sex, transportation

11

08 2009

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an eye, an ear

you, my toasty canvas

both medium, and muse

guiding my bristleless brush

over thick froths of white

each day your gift:

another chance to create

to swirl what once was straight,

to spread what should be thin

on good days

i am salvador,

brow cocked to consider

how onions

and bagels

might over mesas drape

on bad days

i slice my thumb,

but know it could be worse

(right, vincent?)

untopple that easel!

for nine digits,

and your other half,

remain.

topics: art, creation, injury

10

08 2009

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anatomically correct

peel me like onions

to see what’s inside:

hair, outer

veins, inner

in between, hide

deeper than these lies

my digestive sac:

crust, outside

dough, inside

sweet onion snack

topics: anatomy, digestion

08

08 2009

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Pacific

I spied a bagel on the beach

Shining in the sand,

Alas! It was beyond the reach

Of my eager hand;

I swam and struggled, soaking wet

Through the rising tide,

But never could quite get to it

No matter how I tried;

To the ocean’s depths I chased

That lusted onioned ring,

Plainly for the merest taste

I’d do anything;

My air-starved brain became less clear

And then threw in the towel,

I dreamt that bagel cupped my ear

And heard my stomach growl.

topics: danger, longing, struggle, water

07

08 2009

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bagel, bagel

saw, saw
drop, drop
press, press
pop, pop
ooh, ooh
plate, plate
pat, pat
scrape, scrape
whiff, whiff
wide, wide
crunch, crunch
bite, bite
taste, taste
’nion, ’nion
what, what
fun, fun

topics: anticipation, cooking, happiness

06

08 2009

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hallcrastination

i’m super duper sleepified,

and droopy lidded bleary-eyed,

my brain feels like it’s been deep fried

but i’ve got work to finish.

so if it’s cool with all of you —

hitler, big bird, captain lou —

i’ll watch the onion bagel crew

do their dance tomorrow.

topics: imagination, sleepiness, work

05

08 2009

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Falling off a bike

17

08 2009

season premieres

16

08 2009

old racist bagel

15

08 2009

Four

13

08 2009

PDA

11

08 2009

an eye, an ear

10

08 2009

anatomically correct

08

08 2009

Pacific

07

08 2009

bagel, bagel

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08 2009

hallcrastination

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