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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
Making me wanna change my seat
Archive for August, 2009
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.
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.
10
08 2009
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.
07
08 2009
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
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
06
08 2009
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.
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.
05
08 2009
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
04
08 2009
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.
