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the search for life's meaning can take many shapes - in this case, it's a ring.
the truant
See how the darkness overtakes the light
See how the darkness overtakes the light,
A blanket shadowing these balls of dough,
They rise, arise again to higher height.
Some men see plain as all that’s pure and bright, And when an onion drags this taste too low, See how the darkness overtakes the light.
The skillful baker does not feel such fright, And adding flavor helps his crowds to grow, They rise, arise again to higher height.
Some men see plain as all that’s pure and bright, And when an onion drags this taste too low, See how the darkness overtakes the light.
The skillful baker does not feel such fright, And adding flavor helps his crowds to grow, They rise, arise again to higher height.
He forms his seamless rings all through the night,
Too rapt to ever through his lone window
See how the darkness overtakes the light.
At dawn he sets his ovens to ignite, His spirits climbing with the fire’s glow,
At dawn he sets his ovens to ignite, His spirits climbing with the fire’s glow,
They rise, arise again to higher height.
But tired hands turn dials far too tight,
Hot flames upon pale crusts do death bestow;
See how the darkness overtakes the light,
They rise, arise again to higher height.
07
06 2009
The Bucket List
How many bagels must I try
before I can contented die?
If I select first an onion, the answer I suppose is “one.”
If I select first an onion, the answer I suppose is “one.”
06
06 2009
the grind
working weeks are long and drab
they seem to never end
you run in circles five days straight
then monday start again
try as you might to spice things up they stay so very plain you rise, you eat, you work, you sleep then do it all again
though weekends mean to be more fun the job’s taken a toll too tired to raise a toast all night you crawl back to your hole
and buried with the bulbs dimmed low mere sleep becomes your goal ’til monday’s work awakens in your heart a gaping hole
try as you might to spice things up they stay so very plain you rise, you eat, you work, you sleep then do it all again
though weekends mean to be more fun the job’s taken a toll too tired to raise a toast all night you crawl back to your hole
and buried with the bulbs dimmed low mere sleep becomes your goal ’til monday’s work awakens in your heart a gaping hole
05
06 2009
but he don’t know what’s cookin’ – or – what’s coolio gonna’ eat for breakfast now?
there ain’t no bagel like an oniony bagel
cuz’ an oniony bagel’s got style
so when you see a young baker
pourin’ onions out his shaker
then ya’ gotta’ give that baker a smile
i said 5-6-7-8 get your bagel on my plate
gonna’ gonna’ eat mine, and then yours gonna’ gonna’ eat mine, and then yours
i said 5-6-7-8 get your bagel on my plate
gonna’ gonna’ eat mine, and then yours gonna’ gonna’ eat mine, and then yours
04
06 2009
For Barla (aka Marry)
My bagel once was bare,
unbearable to stand
I’d barely get it in my mouth
then spit it out — so bland!
But then while at the market, this morsel I did meet It made my meal taste marvelous — a magic onion treat!
At once I wanted nothing more than for us to part never — So soon we’ll whet our appetites in wedded bliss forever!
But then while at the market, this morsel I did meet It made my meal taste marvelous — a magic onion treat!
At once I wanted nothing more than for us to part never — So soon we’ll whet our appetites in wedded bliss forever!
03
06 2009
I feel that I have a strong, personal bond with musical artists that I have never, nor will ever, meet
My favorite rapper got disrespected
So naturally I’m quite affected
It’s like a bagel that I selected
Was onionless — I’m so dejected!
02
06 2009
The Note
do not disturb
last night i dreamt i took a stroll
among the onion flowers
the fragrant bulbs surrounded me
i walked and walked for hours
and when i stooped to touch the ground
i found instead of soil
a mix of salt and yeast and flour
with just a touch of oil
the setting sun burned fast and bright
sizzling the earth
and i slept soft on bagel beds
until the dawn’s rebirth
31
05 2009
good morning
it is a circle
it is an O
it is the look of
O GOD O NO
O PLEASE O PLEASE
it is horror
it is terror
it is a scream
it is a silent scream
it is an onion flavored silent scream
it is unable to save you
30
05 2009
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