poor form –or– the embarrassed eater
oh
crap.
rushing
to spread
schmear on
my onion bagel,
__i inadvertently
_ _ _and tragically
__went right over
the hole again.
if that glop
drips into
my palm,
i may
die.
Posts Tagged ‘death’
Tanka #2
It’s done nothing wrong
(except for smelling strongly)
But is that worth death?
Hunger pangs growl Barrabas!
Can I wash my knife of this?
12
08 2009
The King of Pop
The King of Pop, from an early age,
Popped the greatest toasters ever popped on stage;
He toasted every bread-based food from A to Z,
(And made it look easier than 1-2-3);
The darkness dial master, he knew just how to heat it,
If you tried to outpop him, he’d tell you to go beat it;
His pops had height and distance, their artistry was killer,
Everyone would scream and shout, your toast is such a thriller!
He cooked both wheat and Wonder, ’til they took to flight,
It clearly didn’t matter if his toasts were black or white;
Though no one thought his crumby reign would ever subside, He got too many facelifts, raped some onion bagels and died.
Though no one thought his crumby reign would ever subside, He got too many facelifts, raped some onion bagels and died.
07
07 2009
a not unrealistic prediction based on the undeniable frailty of human life
bagel bones break easily
‘neath crusts that crack and tear freely
if i could the near future see
i’d know that was the fate for me
my skin will peel in warm sunshine and bleed like onions on the vine ’til wolves and wives and worms come dine on these brittle bagel bones of mine
my skin will peel in warm sunshine and bleed like onions on the vine ’til wolves and wives and worms come dine on these brittle bagel bones of mine
19
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
clarity
through the clear plastic bag,
he watched the sun setting
on the day, and the life that he knew
through the clear plastic bag, he saw his own breath condense like a fresh morning dew
through the clear plastic bag, he gasped and he clawed and thought that his lungs would just melt
through the clear plastic bag, he knew oh so clearly exactly how onion bagels felt
through the clear plastic bag, he saw his own breath condense like a fresh morning dew
through the clear plastic bag, he gasped and he clawed and thought that his lungs would just melt
through the clear plastic bag, he knew oh so clearly exactly how onion bagels felt
28
05 2009
The Judgment
Ashes to ashes, dust to dust
When it’s all settled then you must
Look back and ask Did I do well?
(Read: Will I go to heaven, or will I go to hell?)
Did I make the most of gifts I was given?
Did I show thanks for the life I was livin’?
Did I love my friends and my family too?
Did I even love people I hardly knew?
Did I make the most of every minute?
(Read: Were all my bagels ones with onion in it?)
