Posts Tagged ‘color’
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
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
today
today the sun’s a bagel
it toasts as it descends
golden yellow
burning orange
fire coil red and then
i look away
i close my eyes
and yet i see it still
but what was once the breaded ring
has now become the hole
and in my mind
the sky is full
of onion flavored dough
i’ll savor every moment, for this vision soon must go
i’ll savor every moment, for this vision soon must go
04
10 2009
Observing the Slow-Motion Fall of a Bagel Into a Pool of Milk
rotating, arcing
against a void, a blankness
a wall
its shiny skin
reflecting light
from a bulb
bending it, turning it
now it is soft
now it is still soft
and now
it is harsher
that bulb must be
a thousand watts
of hot
white
white
and now it is gone
and the light brown circle now oval now circle again is about to reach the surface it is a circle it is an oval and we hold our breath in anticipation
splash!
curving walls of white snake up snake down the ring tosses tilts and tosses some more
but now it rests it floats and a thousand tiny ripples run out from it run away from it
they run until they are gone forever like so many onion-soaked dreams we once had
and now it is gone
and the light brown circle now oval now circle again is about to reach the surface it is a circle it is an oval and we hold our breath in anticipation
splash!
curving walls of white snake up snake down the ring tosses tilts and tosses some more
but now it rests it floats and a thousand tiny ripples run out from it run away from it
they run until they are gone forever like so many onion-soaked dreams we once had
30
03 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
