new! - "boiling emotion" search story
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the search for life's meaning can take many shapes - in this case, it's a ring.
Old Habits
I was blackout drunk,
and I surely stunk
of sweat and dirt and vomit
when I went to that joint
up at Downer’s Point,
hadn’t been there since Halley’s Comet.
But they knew me there
and they poured my share,
made it stiff as rigor mortis,
kept filling my cup
’til the sun came up,
and I rolled out like a tortoise.
Next thing I knew
I was coming to
in my ex- ex- ex-girlfriend’s apartment,
the sun shone unbearable
my head pounded terrible
like a fire at the fire department.
Still I gasped out her name
when I witnessed her frame,
stale and lifeless on the floor by the sink,
my onions were mussed
with fresh blood on my crust
and I thought What’s my AA group gonna’ think?
19
01 2009
concerning a union
Apologies to Linda Ronstadt and Aaron Neville
onion bar baby
i met her at an onion bar
i could see in her eyes she was gone pretty far
she said “look at my tattoo!” but she pointed to a scar
we danced at the onion bar
she pulled me in the bathroom smoke so thick you could scoop it with a spoon the music was muffled but the drums they still boomed we kissed in the bathroom
i said “how do i know you ain’t gonna bust me?” she said “didn’t i tell you you could never trust me?” i pulled out my toaster, but it was kinda rusty she had a bagel, and it was kinda musty
but that didn’t stop us
we sat around and ate some more we sat around and ate some more we sat around and ate and then
i tried to drop the bagel and grab onto her hips but she said “you gotta hold it steady, so the cream cheese doesn’t smear across my lips”
she pulled me in the bathroom smoke so thick you could scoop it with a spoon the music was muffled but the drums they still boomed we kissed in the bathroom
i said “how do i know you ain’t gonna bust me?” she said “didn’t i tell you you could never trust me?” i pulled out my toaster, but it was kinda rusty she had a bagel, and it was kinda musty
but that didn’t stop us
we sat around and ate some more we sat around and ate some more we sat around and ate and then
i tried to drop the bagel and grab onto her hips but she said “you gotta hold it steady, so the cream cheese doesn’t smear across my lips”
16
01 2009
Sonnet II
stopping by Starbuck’s showed I was busted
for when I ordered my caffé latte
seems my credit card couldn’t be trusted
’twas on account of the economy
with only cash enough for a bagel redfaced I hurriedly made for the door stashed a pistol in my trousers’ leg hole ran to the bank, made them lay on the floor
“I’ve got a gun! it’s here in my jacket! now empty the vault! while I take a bite!” dreams of the wealth I’d make from this racket stopped short — for my bagel didn’t taste right
cops declared I was easy to run in (gun in my mouth, and coat smeared with onion)
with only cash enough for a bagel redfaced I hurriedly made for the door stashed a pistol in my trousers’ leg hole ran to the bank, made them lay on the floor
“I’ve got a gun! it’s here in my jacket! now empty the vault! while I take a bite!” dreams of the wealth I’d make from this racket stopped short — for my bagel didn’t taste right
cops declared I was easy to run in (gun in my mouth, and coat smeared with onion)
15
01 2009
a crossing
black bordered
yellow diamond
your silhouetted shapes
within
drive me to look
within
myself
am i like this diamond?
am i bordered by blackness? am i yellow? am i filled with shapes so simple:
one large ring followed closely by three smaller ones?
the questions cross my mind the answers cross my lips
yes
yes
a dozen times —
oh, wait those aren’t onion bagels
they’re ducks
am i like this diamond?
am i bordered by blackness? am i yellow? am i filled with shapes so simple:
one large ring followed closely by three smaller ones?
the questions cross my mind the answers cross my lips
yes
yes
a dozen times —
oh, wait those aren’t onion bagels
they’re ducks
14
01 2009
request from an onion bagel eater
you can tell me that i’m crazy
that i haven’t got a clue,
or argue that i’m stupid
i won’t claim that’s untrue,
feel free to call me ugly
since my eyebrows are askew,
just don’t say that i have bad taste
or darling, we are through
13
01 2009
a series of revelations
well
well
well
what have we here?
looks like the shoe is on the other foot
and by “shoe” __i mean “onion”
and by “foot” ____i mean “bagel”
and by “we” ______i mean “oui”
because i’m actually french
what have we here?
looks like the shoe is on the other foot
and by “shoe” __i mean “onion”
and by “foot” ____i mean “bagel”
and by “we” ______i mean “oui”
because i’m actually french
12
01 2009
the darkness
the darkness sets in
not again
i pray
but i know it’s too late
my face furious hot heat beyond control i spring up i sprint forth
pulse pounding lungs ___screaming not enough air not __enough time i
slide stockings across linoleum
mouth agape from panting __no from horror for now i see it
black smoke spiraling ceilingward onion bagel burning below
i curse the 120-volt funeral pyre before me
both for not popping when it should have ___and for not being powerful enough to take ___my _wretched ____life as well
my face furious hot heat beyond control i spring up i sprint forth
pulse pounding lungs ___screaming not enough air not __enough time i
slide stockings across linoleum
mouth agape from panting __no from horror for now i see it
black smoke spiraling ceilingward onion bagel burning below
i curse the 120-volt funeral pyre before me
both for not popping when it should have ___and for not being powerful enough to take ___my _wretched ____life as well
11
01 2009
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