Archive for September, 2009
Soon
Soon is slippery
It’s well-oiled dough
It may rise fast
Or take ages to grow
Soon is layered
Though tasty at first
The bigger your bite
The greater your thirst
Soon is deceptive
A hole baked in bread
The promise of fullness
That’s empty instead
Soon is crooked Like my furrowed brow Though I’ll see you soon, I miss you right now
Soon is crooked Like my furrowed brow Though I’ll see you soon, I miss you right now
09
09 2009
Thanks for the rhyme, Zach Galifianakis
Smelly bag of onion bagels rotting in the sun
It’s such a shame to see you go to waste
Though I know decaying rings aren’t good for anyone
I can’t help but long for just a taste
I want to feel the crush of moldy fuzz against my teeth Gorging on you right here in the yard Then break your crust and tongue the putrid liquid underneath — Does that make me some sort of retard?
I want to feel the crush of moldy fuzz against my teeth Gorging on you right here in the yard Then break your crust and tongue the putrid liquid underneath — Does that make me some sort of retard?
08
09 2009
the knife unguided
some days it’s hard to stay centered
even when you feel quite sharp you just lose the grip on your handle and find yourself someplace so dark
your blade’s edge veers far from the middle and slices too close to one side succumbing to such an imbalance each oniony cut makes you cry
forethoughtless you throw yourself forward right into that toaster abyss
but half of you never feels warmer and the other half burns to a crisp
even when you feel quite sharp you just lose the grip on your handle and find yourself someplace so dark
your blade’s edge veers far from the middle and slices too close to one side succumbing to such an imbalance each oniony cut makes you cry
forethoughtless you throw yourself forward right into that toaster abyss
but half of you never feels warmer and the other half burns to a crisp
07
09 2009
flipper
06
09 2009
a difference of opinion
itty bitty bagel nibbler
each bite piddlinger than the last
content to eat the slimmest slivers
onion crumbs dissolving fast
some marvel at your self-restraint possessor of a patient tongue but i already cleared my plate and think your brains are full of dung
some marvel at your self-restraint possessor of a patient tongue but i already cleared my plate and think your brains are full of dung
05
09 2009
nice onions
why you staring at my shirt?
i’m not gawking at you, plus
even if you thought i was
i guarantee you that i were’t
can’t i wear stuff that i like? some pants, this shirt, maybe a hat without you bein all like that? that horse you’re on is so low – psych!
you shirt-lookers are all the same think your rules should lead every game if you ask me, my shirt’s legit – it just says “show your bagels” on it
can’t i wear stuff that i like? some pants, this shirt, maybe a hat without you bein all like that? that horse you’re on is so low – psych!
you shirt-lookers are all the same think your rules should lead every game if you ask me, my shirt’s legit – it just says “show your bagels” on it
04
09 2009
man hands
i’m a somewhat sexy man
with fairly sexy, manly hands
they hold my briefcase while at work
and punch walls when i go berserk
they gut the blue gill that i caught
and stroke my beard when i’m in thought
they’re calloused in the yard and such
but women find them soft to touch
yet my palms reach their sexiest
when on them onion bagels rest