bagel lag
slow toaster
staying in the toaster
staying light for so long
brown up those onions and kiss me already
daddy’s got a plane to catch
brown up those onions and kiss me already
daddy’s got a plane to catch
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richmond
my onion bagel is breaded and fried
and crusted with bubbling cheese,
on steaming grits it softly resides,
its hole filled with fresh collard greens
chicken fried memories and larded dreams greet me with each bite i chew, and i feel at home on these strange southern streets, ’cause no food says comfort like you
chicken fried memories and larded dreams greet me with each bite i chew, and i feel at home on these strange southern streets, ’cause no food says comfort like you
03
08 2009
The Call
I called 911, fearing the chef was dead,
Cause he slipped on an onion and fell on his head,
I had no first aid kit or hospital bed,
Just kitchen utensils and dough for ringed bread.
Luckily the voice told me just what to do, Had me form a bagel big enough for two, It rose ’round his neck so I think he’ll pull through, ‘Cause this brace keeps his head from moving fro and to.
Luckily the voice told me just what to do, Had me form a bagel big enough for two, It rose ’round his neck so I think he’ll pull through, ‘Cause this brace keeps his head from moving fro and to.
02
08 2009
convenience, man, convenience
I’m traveling, man
I’m a
t r a v e l i n g m a n
and I eat and I drink
what e v e r I can
No liquids a l l o w e d
past the x-ray machine
No food to be bought
without s p e n d i n g
some g r e e n
Don’t have much cash and it’s time to board Give my coins to t h e m a n for the o n e t h i n g I’ll afford
It’s a plain bagel a p l a n e bagel and it ain’t no n o t h i n g t o w r i t e h o m e a b o u t bagel ‘Cause back home that r i c h o n i o n c r u n c h can’t be beat
But t h i s i s a buzzkill at 3 0 , 0 0 0 feet
Don’t have much cash and it’s time to board Give my coins to t h e m a n for the o n e t h i n g I’ll afford
It’s a plain bagel a p l a n e bagel and it ain’t no n o t h i n g t o w r i t e h o m e a b o u t bagel ‘Cause back home that r i c h o n i o n c r u n c h can’t be beat
But t h i s i s a buzzkill at 3 0 , 0 0 0 feet
31
07 2009
It’s been a long week here in the bagel taste-testing offices
Oh, what a mess of work in my inbox,
Cheeses, butters, herbed schmears and lox,
And bagels, of course, piled high as Fort Knox,
My burden weighs heavy, like cart to the ox.
But oxen can carry much more than they know, Inspiring workers with all that they hoe,
So I’ll taste these baked rings of oniony dough,
And send each, once bitten, to the outbox below.
But oxen can carry much more than they know, Inspiring workers with all that they hoe,
So I’ll taste these baked rings of oniony dough,
And send each, once bitten, to the outbox below.
30
07 2009
Owing an apology
I kicked the dog right off the bed late last night
(but animals don’t mind if you’re not polite)
Then I made the kids walk ten miles to school
(’cause seriously, have you seen the prices of fuel?)
I cooked food for me but made none for my spouse
(there was just one onion bagel left in the house)
But I burnt it like I was so terrified of
(oh why must I hurt the ones I truly love?)
28
07 2009
A Lapse in Judgement
Bagel blown to smithereens,
falling onion-flake-filled scenes.
I wish your hole had not fit quite so well around that dynamite.
I wish your hole had not fit quite so well around that dynamite.
27
07 2009
the loneliest bagel
once, we were six
all stacked in our sack
the closest of friends there could be
but each one got picked made into a snack and now all that’s left is just me
their scent lingers still a strong onion smell that oft makes me tear up and wail
i fear that i will stay trapped in this cell til time, and fresh air, turn me stale
but each one got picked made into a snack and now all that’s left is just me
their scent lingers still a strong onion smell that oft makes me tear up and wail
i fear that i will stay trapped in this cell til time, and fresh air, turn me stale
