Archive for November, 2009

Something in Your Voice

You said “The weather’s changing”
but something in your voice
told me that’s not all you had to tell
And so on the potential
sad and tragic meanings
of that comment I began to dwell

Some sickness in your body
depression in your mind
surely were the things you could not say
I felt my spine a-shiver
and swallowed hard with dread
about your soon upcoming dying day

Though loathe to face this future
I looked into your eyes
thinking you would need to be consoled
But saw that onion bagels
had filled your cheeks and throat
and realized that you’d only meant “It’s cold”


11 2009

Haiku #13

they’re all a-f-k
in onion bagel chatrooms


11 2009

Onion Bagels Will Be Served, Yes?

Let’s have a meeting
Tomorrow morning
Right when we first get in;
Then before lunchtime
Seems like a good time
To have a meeting again;
Next around twoish
Gather the group and
Let’s have a meeting in re:
How we intend to
Fill the agenda
For our meeting at the end of the day


11 2009

Sonnet XII

This bagel’s somewhat darker than I like
Like Cage and Shue instead of Cheech and Chong
Or Jack Bauer instead of Barney Fife
I guess I let it toast a bit too long

These onions overwhelm all with their taste
Like Donald Trump with marble, glass and gold
Or one whose favorite band is Ace of Base
I guess my mixing hand was just too bold

This hole is fairly larger than ideal
Like any screen that broadcasts Carrot Top
Or any speaker playing songs by Seal
I guess my fingers knew not when to stop

But even though my similes are crummy,
I still think that this bagel’s pretty yummy


11 2009

Haiku #12

you dress bagels up
in precious onion onesies
crazed food pamperer

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11 2009

The Sensitive One

Beneath my hard and crusty veil
Lie indicators that I’m frail:
A finely layered scent to waft
And warmness, melting gooey soft

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11 2009

Higher Math

A bagel’s a loaf of bread minus a hole
A gnome is approximately equal a troll
An onion’s a bulb plus some layers umpteen
What was that line about gnomes s’posed to mean?

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11 2009

Midnight, Friday the 13th

The scariest hour on the scariest night,
Descends when your hunger sends you down a flight
Of rickety stairs with a creak and a crack,
And into the kitchen in search of a snack

Blinded by light pouring from the fridge door,
You fumble your way through each shelf, rack and drawer
Only to find what you had the most feared,
Somehow your onion bagels disappeared!


11 2009

welcome to l.a., suckers!

when traffic’s terrible, slowed to a crawl,
my bagel-bicycle blows by them all,
two tires speeding past motorists’ mirrors,
you’d think they were onions, to see all their tears!


11 2009

Good is not Great

Good is not Great
it is merely Okay
it’s an Unripe Banana
or an Unbloomed Bouquet
it’s an Onionless Bagel
on a Sunshineless Day
Good is Ungrateful
Regretful and Gray


11 2009