Posts Tagged ‘hunger’
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!
13
11 2009
Dante knows what I’m talking about
I’m cooking with Satan in the bowels of Hell
A kitchen so heated even souls perspire
Watching the dough rise with the angel who fell
But each time I reach for those treats I desire Oniony bagels that tempt me eternal His devilish toaster pops out rings of fire
Damn this unworking appliance infernal! (Yet it’s meaningless to at Lucifer yell) I’ll just write this grievance down in my journal Then go to bed hungry once more in my cell
But each time I reach for those treats I desire Oniony bagels that tempt me eternal His devilish toaster pops out rings of fire
Damn this unworking appliance infernal! (Yet it’s meaningless to at Lucifer yell) I’ll just write this grievance down in my journal Then go to bed hungry once more in my cell
23
08 2009
The Parting
I sliced through my bagel, onions and all,
watching two halves flank my knife and then fall;
And there in that instant, decided that I
should not stop myself with a severance so small.
My hand sent the blade crashing down through the plate, its shattering tune did my eardrums elate; I turned to the counter, told it goodbye, and threw myself headlong at my now sealed fate.
Sawing through cupboards and saucepans and grills, never before had life borne such thrills; Down through the floorboards my dagger did fly digging deeper and darker than oilmen’s drills.
Through the earth’s layers my bayonet burst, ’til into the caverns of Hell I’d immersed; Hungering now in the fires I just sigh, why didn’t I think to eat breakfast first?
My hand sent the blade crashing down through the plate, its shattering tune did my eardrums elate; I turned to the counter, told it goodbye, and threw myself headlong at my now sealed fate.
Sawing through cupboards and saucepans and grills, never before had life borne such thrills; Down through the floorboards my dagger did fly digging deeper and darker than oilmen’s drills.
Through the earth’s layers my bayonet burst, ’til into the caverns of Hell I’d immersed; Hungering now in the fires I just sigh, why didn’t I think to eat breakfast first?
30
06 2009
Preparation = Salvation
By baking and boiling you cover your bases
Like double or triple knotting your shoelaces
You make sure your onion doughs stay in their places
And knock the hunger right out of eaters’ faces
20
06 2009
how this poison i’m about to inject you with will quickly and painfully kill you
within seconds,
it attacks
your respiration,
shriveling your lungs
like dried
onion flakes
soon your heart will feel squeezed in a bagel hole, a tortuous struggle with every pump
finally your brain will begin to melt, mixing and mushing ’til it turns to cream cheese
…
excuse me one moment i must go fix breakfast (why do i even try this before eating?)
soon your heart will feel squeezed in a bagel hole, a tortuous struggle with every pump
finally your brain will begin to melt, mixing and mushing ’til it turns to cream cheese
…
excuse me one moment i must go fix breakfast (why do i even try this before eating?)
25
05 2009
Enlightening the World, One Bite at a Time
This bagel sitting before me,
is better than I’ll ever be;
For I’m a statue, so lazy,
just watching refuse on TV;
Yet it smells sweet and oniony,
and offers up this guarantee:
“Bring to me all your hungry, your twisted tummies too achy; I lift my lamp for these to see a tasty way to set thee free!”
“Bring to me all your hungry, your twisted tummies too achy; I lift my lamp for these to see a tasty way to set thee free!”
25
01 2009
Praise Song for the Bagel, A Poem for Watching Barack Obama’s Presidential Inauguration on TV
Each morning we go and do our business,
we flush and we jump in the shower
or not, drying and then dressing.
All inside us is hunger. All inside us is pang and rumble, yearn and ache, we long for something touching our tongues.
Someone is scrambling an egg, boiling water for coffee, Popping a Tart, heating the things that taste better hot.
A woman in a hairnet waits on tables. A line cook examines the melting butter. A hostess says Please. Let me seat you now.
Say it plain: that many have slaved over this meal. Sing the names of those who brought it here, who plowed the fields, planted the crops,
picked the onions and the wheat, kneaded batch by batch the glorious dough they would then roll into perfect little rings.
Praise song for the bakers, praise song for the meal. Praise song for every boiled little bite, the chewing-it-up at kitchen tables.
Some live by you are what you eat, others by an apple a day keeps the doctor away. But what if the mightiest food is bagels?
Praise song for getting something in our stomachs.
All inside us is hunger. All inside us is pang and rumble, yearn and ache, we long for something touching our tongues.
Someone is scrambling an egg, boiling water for coffee, Popping a Tart, heating the things that taste better hot.
A woman in a hairnet waits on tables. A line cook examines the melting butter. A hostess says Please. Let me seat you now.
Say it plain: that many have slaved over this meal. Sing the names of those who brought it here, who plowed the fields, planted the crops,
picked the onions and the wheat, kneaded batch by batch the glorious dough they would then roll into perfect little rings.
Praise song for the bakers, praise song for the meal. Praise song for every boiled little bite, the chewing-it-up at kitchen tables.
Some live by you are what you eat, others by an apple a day keeps the doctor away. But what if the mightiest food is bagels?
Praise song for getting something in our stomachs.
