Archive for November, 2009
watching a lightly beaten egg slowly drizzled over an uncut onion bagel
the cup is handled
and notched
it is tilted at a 45-degree angle
now at a 46-degree angle
now 47, now 48
the yellow creeps toward the notch with absolutely no sense of urgency
it is yellow and it is clear and it is clear bubbles inside thick strands of yellow and clear it slides toward the notch at a 49-degree angle
peeking its bulbous eye over the curved rim of the handled glass cup, it pauses
then plunges
it is a thick elastic strap of yellow and clear stretching and straining it is thin it is thick it is thin and it splatters on the golden ring below
splatter smack steam and spray
cool egg meets hot crust coating and clinging to every curve
somebody should put that thing in the oven ’cause right now it’s inedible
the yellow creeps toward the notch with absolutely no sense of urgency
it is yellow and it is clear and it is clear bubbles inside thick strands of yellow and clear it slides toward the notch at a 49-degree angle
peeking its bulbous eye over the curved rim of the handled glass cup, it pauses
then plunges
it is a thick elastic strap of yellow and clear stretching and straining it is thin it is thick it is thin and it splatters on the golden ring below
splatter smack steam and spray
cool egg meets hot crust coating and clinging to every curve
somebody should put that thing in the oven ’cause right now it’s inedible
09
11 2009
the kitchen burglar
he’s a kitchen burglar, and he’s the best
he’ll shred your stuff like a chicken breast
lurks past linoleum without a whisper
then bags all the lettuce right out of your crisper
no oven is safe, no stove is secure
he swallows up dishes like soup du jour
he’ll spin through faster than a hard-boiled egg’ll
and leave your place hollow as an onion bagel
07
11 2009
off to the pool
stuffed in the back seat
the four of us ride
our summer shined skin
sticks to the seat’s hide
and to one another
at shoulders and knees
heads tilt toward the window
in search of cool breeze
there aren’t enough seat belts
but we feel no scare
like bagged onion bagels
we’re going nowhere
the four of us ride
our summer shined skin
sticks to the seat’s hide
and to one another
at shoulders and knees
heads tilt toward the window
in search of cool breeze
there aren’t enough seat belts
but we feel no scare
like bagged onion bagels
we’re going nowhere
05
11 2009
I Am a Man
I am a man
I’m mean and strong
My fuse is short
My penis, long
I don’t need help
From here to there
My face and butt
Sprout lots of hair
I guzzle beer
While watching sports
Kids shield their eyes
When I wear shorts
I eat raw steaks
And spicy wings
(Plus onion flavored
Bagel rings)
I never cry
Except at night
Trying on bras
Is normal, right?
I laugh and curtsy
Skip and twirl
Oh man I wish
I was a girl!
04
11 2009
us, now
though you betray my trust
with countless lies you tell,
i shall not break like crust
or hope you burn in hell,
i’ve peeled back all your layers
and cried at every one,
recited many prayers
but now i swear i’m done,
at last i have control
and from you i shall part,
just like a bagel’s hole
i see right through your heart
03
11 2009
perspective
our world is a bagel
so rich and full of life
it teems with grain and onion
each time you slice your knife
on sad days though it’s empty like nothing’s even there a hole inside a bagel mere wafts of spicy air
but lest these thoughts dismay you or leave you burnt and numb remember life’s a bagel and this plight’s just a crumb
on sad days though it’s empty like nothing’s even there a hole inside a bagel mere wafts of spicy air
but lest these thoughts dismay you or leave you burnt and numb remember life’s a bagel and this plight’s just a crumb
02
11 2009
Public Consumption
That bagel in our waiter’s hand
Has sent me to a far-off land,
Where rings encircle dunes of sand
And toasting suns leave my crust tanned
But sadly this scene fades from sight As soon as I take my first bite, Warm day becomes a frigid night Because my order’s just not right –
There are no onions in this band, It’s plain and pitifully bland (Yet in my want to be polite, I swallow hard, and feign delight)
But sadly this scene fades from sight As soon as I take my first bite, Warm day becomes a frigid night Because my order’s just not right –
There are no onions in this band, It’s plain and pitifully bland (Yet in my want to be polite, I swallow hard, and feign delight)
