Posts Tagged ‘longing’
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
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
Pacific
I spied a bagel on the beach
Shining in the sand,
Alas! It was beyond the reach
Of my eager hand;
I swam and struggled, soaking wet
Through the rising tide,
But never could quite get to it
No matter how I tried;
To the ocean’s depths I chased
That lusted onioned ring,
Plainly for the merest taste
I’d do anything;
My air-starved brain became less clear
And then threw in the towel,
I dreamt that bagel cupped my ear
And heard my stomach growl.
07
08 2009
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.
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.
19
07 2009
voyage
rowing my trusty onion skin
across the bagel sea
serrated oars slice silently
through creamy swells
chop
chop
chop
though arms grow weary
i forge ahead
my love lies waiting
on yonder shore
and no crumby surf
no red hot coil of sun
no dark and bottomless whirl
amidst this vast unforgiving pool
shall keep me away
from her
03
05 2009
single serving cream cheese container
you know you got it goin’ on
everything i want
and need in one
conveniently pocketable package
i long to touch you to feel your cool against my warm fingertips taking hold lifting lustfully on your waiting lid
and now it is time to spread my blade begins you are smooth and you are generous but only at first
for midway through my onion bagel’s second half you empty leaving me — and the promise you made — forever unfulfilled
i long to touch you to feel your cool against my warm fingertips taking hold lifting lustfully on your waiting lid
and now it is time to spread my blade begins you are smooth and you are generous but only at first
for midway through my onion bagel’s second half you empty leaving me — and the promise you made — forever unfulfilled
28
04 2009
A Less-Than-Famous Love Letter From Kilmainham Gaol
Molly, oh Molly, I’ve been a damned fool
an utterly mad imbecile
I’ve left you unmarried, unloved and alone
while on onion bagels I’d fill
But now that I’ve said it, it seems not insane in fact I feel it’s well thought through For bagels awaken a new love each day — unchained and unfettered by you
But now that I’ve said it, it seems not insane in fact I feel it’s well thought through For bagels awaken a new love each day — unchained and unfettered by you
