Archive for November, 2010


November 30, 2010

curse you, breadstickmaker
you just had to create
something so delicious
butter and salt are already enemies of mine
and you blatantly brush them on
covering the crispy brown with a bright shine
no warning of the fluffy warmth hidden inside
each bite only making me want to take another
and here i am
staring at your creation
wishing time had skipped that moment
when you first thought it up


le carrot

November 29, 2010

crunch snap nibble crunch
i feel like a rabbit
sitting here
with my large carrot in hand
careful not to hurt myself
chunks and bits fly mouthward
as i gnaw my way down
to the big stumpy end
cruuunch SNAP

make it last

November 28, 2010

can you believe
this tiny bead
so solid and shiny
could possibly be made
out of something so insubstantial
as paper

52 – Eating Out Tonight

November 28, 2010

Chicken tonight
with a side of cream sauce.
Creamed chicken.
Restaurant evening
is busy tonight
takeout sounds about right,
service with a smile.

I left the tip on the dresser
back home. Pay with a card?
We only take cash. But I can
wash the dishes as you watch,
the room gets all steamy
from the hot
water. I hope I can still

be a customer
and squeeze, eat and drink
the merchandise.

51 – Scenes from a Saturday Coffee

November 28, 2010

Watch them swirl
like pink carnation petals
falling in a frothy glass of milk.

Two lost lovers
are found swimming in a latte
of anyone’s life,

you stare out the coffee shop window
watching the world go by
and get up to join it

but here I stay.

Missed opportunities
and missed connections
fill the boards,

but I never paid much attention
to the box of lost-and-found —
my loss exceeds

the trouble anyone spends
on putting it together.
I can’t add. You were gone,

but here I stay.

are a hard commodity to swallow
amid the foamy wish-I-would,

but I never did,
I never could
attempt the daring compromise

of latte art and chocolate dance
swimming in my drink.
I had the chance,

but here I stay.

Gone with a hat shake
and a double gulp
picking up your wall

you leave behind a laptop,
alien ship of modernity,
and don’t see anything real

since real is scary.
I can understand
you are always pulled away,

but here I stay.

50 – The Stranger

November 28, 2010

Her face

is a big, purple Cheshire cat
making rings around her smile,

looks like a big, white Trojan horse
filled with an army of lustful stares,

on my eyelids.

aye, cap’n

November 27, 2010

snow becomes the crest of waves
as it undulates across the road
and my trip becomes more than a drive across town
but an adventure on the high seas
cold wind blowing
pirates closing in
only one thing to do
go faster

49 – Alien Nation

November 27, 2010

Stacks of magazines
and things
make towers of Babel
by the fireplace.

We often sit
in silence
reading our lives
to ourselves.

The phantom interactions
of caged hearts
in space carve
a desperate cry for help on the walls.

48 – Sleaze

November 27, 2010

It was another night
of him throwing out the charm
between fat stacks  of fifties
and a pocketful of slime.

47 – Lucy

November 27, 2010

Lucy sat down with us


She looked

rather sad

by the firm expression on her face.

The coffee fell of the edges of her cup

as she shook,

clinging the table

and hiding from the sun.