apparently, i’m twelve
something smells
and i can’t tell
if it’s just me
or this bakery
’cause onion frames
have scents the same
from their fresh-baked start
to my post-meal fart
Archive for August, 2009
Maybe It’s Just A Phase
My onion bagel once was full
A wond’rous glowing sight
But since I started eating it
It’s just been losing light
I nibbled first around one edge
And much to my surprise
It turned into a gibbous ring
Before my very eyes
The more I ate the more it waned
Which was a true depressant
I soon found I had nothing left
Except a fresh baked crescent
Reluctantly I passed the final
Bite between my lips
Then spent the moonless night in tears
Mourning its eclipse
20
08 2009
extraction
the surgeon prepares his instruments
scalpel? check (serrated) forceps? check (from the ice bucket)
fingers scrubbed, elbows pointed outward he approaches his patient and gets to work
such expert deft! what practiced poise! student viewers would surely stare wide-eyed, wondering at his untrembling hands (if said students were actually here)
breath held lip bitten he removes the cat hair from the cream cheese, steps back from the table (kitchen) and allows his onion bagel to recuperate
scalpel? check (serrated) forceps? check (from the ice bucket)
fingers scrubbed, elbows pointed outward he approaches his patient and gets to work
such expert deft! what practiced poise! student viewers would surely stare wide-eyed, wondering at his untrembling hands (if said students were actually here)
breath held lip bitten he removes the cat hair from the cream cheese, steps back from the table (kitchen) and allows his onion bagel to recuperate
18
08 2009
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 float 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
limp body looping like a bagel, silent gasp trailing from gaping mouth
float float 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
17
08 2009
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
the last of which comes easier (of course) when onion bagels are served
16
08 2009
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
15
08 2009
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
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
