Posts Tagged ‘loneliness’
my tire, my onion bagel, my love
when you’re not round, i go nowhere
i’m flat and lifeless, needing air
when you’re not round, things feel so wrong all other shapes just don’t belong
when you’re not ’round, i’m out of whack so please be kind, and come right back
when you’re not round, things feel so wrong all other shapes just don’t belong
when you’re not ’round, i’m out of whack so please be kind, and come right back
17
10 2009
No rest for the yeasty
No rest for the yeasty:
mixed up,
beaten,
and left alone in the dark
They still expect you to rise, right on cue, as if nothing ever happened
Did onion bring those tears to their eyes? Or guilt?
They still expect you to rise, right on cue, as if nothing ever happened
Did onion bring those tears to their eyes? Or guilt?
02
10 2009
Sonnet IX
I once had all for which I could have dreamed:
A warm place where my chilled body could toast,
My crust was hale; my cheese was soft and creamed
And there! My better half that I loved most
But fast like startled dough my fortunes fell With flesh, once fresh, turned stale and hard as stone; She parted without even a farewell Leaving me bitter, broken and alone
Now as I drink away my passing years (Enough to make a dozen men go blind), My glass collects these falling onion tears While just one slurring thought rolls round my mind:
Perhaps she would still be with me tonight, If we’d have borne a mini bagel bite.
But fast like startled dough my fortunes fell With flesh, once fresh, turned stale and hard as stone; She parted without even a farewell Leaving me bitter, broken and alone
Now as I drink away my passing years (Enough to make a dozen men go blind), My glass collects these falling onion tears While just one slurring thought rolls round my mind:
Perhaps she would still be with me tonight, If we’d have borne a mini bagel bite.
15
09 2009
Soon
Soon is slippery
It’s well-oiled dough
It may rise fast
Or take ages to grow
Soon is layered
Though tasty at first
The bigger your bite
The greater your thirst
Soon is deceptive
A hole baked in bread
The promise of fullness
That’s empty instead
Soon is crooked Like my furrowed brow Though I’ll see you soon, I miss you right now
Soon is crooked Like my furrowed brow Though I’ll see you soon, I miss you right now
09
09 2009
the loneliest bagel
once, we were six
all stacked in our sack
the closest of friends there could be
but each one got picked made into a snack and now all that’s left is just me
their scent lingers still a strong onion smell that oft makes me tear up and wail
i fear that i will stay trapped in this cell til time, and fresh air, turn me stale
but each one got picked made into a snack and now all that’s left is just me
their scent lingers still a strong onion smell that oft makes me tear up and wail
i fear that i will stay trapped in this cell til time, and fresh air, turn me stale
25
07 2009
Time
I always would long for more time
and for more cream cheese as well
until one day when I got both
and my life went straight to hell
I thought long days would be fruitful but they’re just lonely instead and I can’t taste any onion under all this extra spread
I thought long days would be fruitful but they’re just lonely instead and I can’t taste any onion under all this extra spread
05
05 2009
the struggle
quite often when i’ve ate my din
the folks i know won’t say hello
though i nod and wave they act like they’ve
never seen my face and away they race
leaving me alone to cry and moan
what could it be that makes them flee?
yet deep down i know with each burp i blow
that my bagel breath sickens them to death
yes my love of onion has me shunned and all this scorn leaves me somewhat torn should i change my flavor to gain their favor — or enjoy my food in solitude?
yes my love of onion has me shunned and all this scorn leaves me somewhat torn should i change my flavor to gain their favor — or enjoy my food in solitude?
14
04 2009
speech on a sidewalk
hold on to your bag, lady
or you gonna lose it
cuz i think you’s
in harm’s way
this city moves fast and
those cars move faster
and your cart
with that bum wheel
ain’t helping any
i see your mouth moving it’s talking to no one and no body is listening good
i see your mouth moving it’s talking to no one and no body is listening good
your temper goes quick
but your loved ones go quicker
til one day
you’s all you
got left
hold on to your bagel, lady
cuz i think you hungry
and that’s all the food
that you got
those onions smell stanky
but your breath smell stankier
and i won’t always be
givin you
this advice
hold on to your bagel, lady
18
02 2009
the disappearing light of day
i sat with a bagel
yesterday
and let it teach me
all it knew
every curve held a lesson each bit of onion contained a truth the top showed me things the bottom could not yet the bottom shared a wiser view
today i discovered these teachings were lost perhaps they were only a dream
in sadness and silence and solitude i ate it but honestly, it ate me too
every curve held a lesson each bit of onion contained a truth the top showed me things the bottom could not yet the bottom shared a wiser view
today i discovered these teachings were lost perhaps they were only a dream
in sadness and silence and solitude i ate it but honestly, it ate me too
