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The Sensitive One
Higher Math
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!
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!
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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!
12
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
11 2009
It was a real bear to get here, too
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
i blame the corpus callosum
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
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