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.

Charity

Some people on drugs get their brains all messed up
Some people on welfare get coins in their cup
Some people on short ends feel only defeat
Some people on hard times collapse in the street

If you care to rescue them from disarray, well –
To start, you could offer them your onion bagel




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16

10 2009


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And Just Like That, My American Dream Has Been Reduced to a Foreign, Crumb-Filled Nightmare

My bagel payments are too steep,
The onion upkeep’s rough and
I’ll never get a good night’s sleep
‘Til I downsize to an English muffin




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15

10 2009


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that onion bagel is a real a-wipe

it crashed my car, gave me this scar
and spread falsehoods about me,
it killed my cat and smooshed my hat
and sold our script without me,
it stole my wife and wrecked my life
and on my coattails coasted,
but i don’t mind, it soon will find
revenge is a dish best served toasted




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14

10 2009


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at the bagel shop – or – at the doctor’s office

wrapped in flimsy paper,
each crinkle-producing movement is amplified
you are examined, squeezed,
sometimes even cut

you wonder:
do i look okay?
do i smell like onion?
do they ever turn the heat on in this place?

you don’t know what’s coming next
and you grow colder
with every second




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13

10 2009


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Sonnet X

I’ve gripped a bagel curve or two before,
And though they all have let me get my fill,
As soon as each one’s gone I just crave more,
Which leaves me in a battle of the will;
For I know I could trace these lines all day,
Caressing them with fingers, lips and tongue,
Live out my years in fresh-baked ecstasy,
‘Til one day I’m no longer fresh and young;
Then, belly full and burping, I’d look back,
At all the onioned rings around my life,
And wonder, did this excess cause some lack,
In love shown to my friends, my kids, my wife?
Such thoughts provoke an emptiness profound,
Yet my mind can’t prevent them spinning round.




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12

10 2009


by andy
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well hello there

skin smooth and strokeable
lust inducing perfume
curves from here to my grandchildren




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11

10 2009


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Haiku #11

Out with garlic friend
Seated next to onion ex
Totally awkward




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10

10 2009


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AKA

They call me “Flour Yeaster”
cuz I am on the rise
They call me “Onion Slicer”
cuz I make women cry
They call me “Complicated”
cuz I’m split right in two
They call me “Blissful Breakfast”
cuz I’m your dream come true




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09

10 2009


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very impressive

strongman at the circus
bending metal bars
lifting slabs of concrete
chewing week-old onion bagels
without even chipping a tooth




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08

10 2009


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Anticipation

There’s a bagel in the oven,
What kind could it be?
Blueberry, Garlic, Onion or Wheat?
Sesame, Chocolate, Poppy or Rye?
Should I peek at it now,
Or just be surprised?




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07

10 2009


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