Posts Tagged ‘love’
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
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
Four
For four years now my bagel’s been the best I’ve ever had,
She’s nourished me through sick and health, through times both good and bad
Sometimes her skin gets toasty brown, but usually it’s pale, It’s soft and smooth and appetizing, anything but stale
Her onions can be spicy, and they also can be sweet, But any way you slice them, they’re the kind I like to eat
Our past four years have flown by faster than a toaster’s ding, Still I can’t wait to get a taste of what our next ones bring
Sometimes her skin gets toasty brown, but usually it’s pale, It’s soft and smooth and appetizing, anything but stale
Her onions can be spicy, and they also can be sweet, But any way you slice them, they’re the kind I like to eat
Our past four years have flown by faster than a toaster’s ding, Still I can’t wait to get a taste of what our next ones bring
13
08 2009
to us
we get along so famously,
like we’re on access hollywood;
our conversation is so rich,
it could get thieved by robin hood
we’re flirty, fun and fabulous, like all those gay dudes on queer eye; our chemistry is full of bangs, like mr. wizard screwed bill nye
if he could feel the way we do, keanu reeves would just say whoa; we match each other perfectly, like onion flakes and bagel dough
we’re flirty, fun and fabulous, like all those gay dudes on queer eye; our chemistry is full of bangs, like mr. wizard screwed bill nye
if he could feel the way we do, keanu reeves would just say whoa; we match each other perfectly, like onion flakes and bagel dough
15
07 2009
For Barla (aka Marry)
My bagel once was bare,
unbearable to stand
I’d barely get it in my mouth
then spit it out — so bland!
But then while at the market, this morsel I did meet It made my meal taste marvelous — a magic onion treat!
At once I wanted nothing more than for us to part never — So soon we’ll whet our appetites in wedded bliss forever!
But then while at the market, this morsel I did meet It made my meal taste marvelous — a magic onion treat!
At once I wanted nothing more than for us to part never — So soon we’ll whet our appetites in wedded bliss forever!
03
06 2009
A Glorious Reunion
Our faces press together like two halves of the same bagel
rejoined at long last
Nose to cheek to chin to brow
Every bump finding a place to nestle every contour
meeting its mirrored mate
Mouth to mouth to lips
forming that all-important hole
So soft so seamless so perfectly aligned that if Jesus Christ Himself
had been born the Son of a baker instead of a carpenter He still
could not have shaped it better
It is the sweet smell of dough it is the tart taste of onion
It is the red glow of burning coils
and fireworks
I believe our two halves must have been covered in cream cheese ‘cause I couldn’t pry myself away from you if I tried
I believe our two halves must have been covered in cream cheese ‘cause I couldn’t pry myself away from you if I tried
07
05 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
