poems about onion bagels

Falling off a bike

happens in a vacuum —

launching forward

through soundless space,

head then feet then helmet

then head then feet

limp body

looping like a bagel,

silent gasp trailing from

gaping mouth

float

then fall

sound returns

with a punch to the lungs,

a patch of angry gravel,

and a fresh-baked batch

of bloody onion bruises

topics: injury, sound, transportation

17

08 2009

by andy
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an eye, an ear

you, my toasty canvas

both medium, and muse

guiding my bristleless brush

over thick froths of white

each day your gift:

another chance to create

to swirl what once was straight,

to spread what should be thin

on good days

i am salvador,

brow cocked to consider

how onions

and bagels

might over mesas drape

on bad days

i slice my thumb,

but know it could be worse

(right, vincent?)

untopple that easel!

for nine digits,

and your other half,

remain.

topics: art, creation, injury

10

08 2009

by andy
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The Call

I called 911, fearing the chef was dead,

Cause he slipped on an onion and fell on his head,

I had no first aid kit or hospital bed,

Just kitchen utensils and dough for ringed bread.

Luckily the voice told me just what to do,

Had me form a bagel big enough for two,

It rose ’round his neck so I think he’ll pull through,

‘Cause this brace keeps his head from moving fro and to.

topics: cooking, injury, medicine

02

08 2009

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Sweet, Sweet Onion Bagel Memories (Are All That I Have Left)

My first bite of bagel burnt the tip of my tongue,

so to cool it I blew all the air from my lung.

The next bite was so hot it scalded my lip,

so I sent it to Iceland on a simmer-down trip.

The steam from bite three felt like fire on my face,

so I built it a rocket and launched it through space.

Now my wounds have healed and my bagel’s no more,

yet I find myself longing for bite number four.

topics: burning, injury, longing, temperature, travel

19

07 2009

by andy
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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

topics: anatomy, death, fate, injury

19

06 2009

by andy
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Dude with a neck Band-Aid

hey Dude

what’s shakin

and why is there a Band-Aid

on your neck?

odd place for a Band-Aid

if you ask me

seein as i’ve

never needed one there before

did Somebody

with a bread knife

mistake your neck for a bagel

or somethin?

i’m just glad that bagels

don’t have

Jugular Veins

blood and onion don’t mix

topics: humanity, injury, wonder

29

04 2009

by andy
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Bagel-Shaped Scar

it’s right there

on her arm

says she won’t

discuss it

but when she

smells onions

or hears a

toaster pop

the twitch in

her eyelid

tells me some-

day she might

topics: injury, mystery

12

04 2009

by andy
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poems about onion bagels

Posts Tagged ‘injury’

Falling off a bike

17

08 2009

an eye, an ear

10

08 2009

The Call

02

08 2009

Sweet, Sweet Onion Bagel Memories (Are All That I Have Left)

19

07 2009

a not unrealistic prediction based on the undeniable frailty of human life

19

06 2009

Dude with a neck Band-Aid

29

04 2009

Bagel-Shaped Scar

12

04 2009

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