Sunday, August 31, 2003
Saturday, August 30, 2003
Soggy bread and salad
Do not a sandwich make.
Please do not force feed me junk,
Don’t bother with the steak.
I seldom seem to gain success
In the fancy pastry arts.
I just end up making a mess
Of flaky crusts and tarts.
Now, toasting 12-grain bread I do
With mixed nut butter spread
I like some jams, but not too sweet
I find the yummy crumbs are neat
But dislike jam stains on my shoe
Do not a sandwich make.
Please do not force feed me junk,
Don’t bother with the steak.
I seldom seem to gain success
In the fancy pastry arts.
I just end up making a mess
Of flaky crusts and tarts.
Now, toasting 12-grain bread I do
With mixed nut butter spread
I like some jams, but not too sweet
I find the yummy crumbs are neat
But dislike jam stains on my shoe
The chemistry of teabags is a comfort to me
Osmosis
Osmosis
Osmosis
Oolong, herbal, infuse me
With warmth and strength and certainty
_
Sift the flour
Whip the egg
Stir in every grain
Leave no pocket, or air bubbles
Warm Brownies again
More than just a place to cook
A counter plus a breakfast nook
Some people watch and some pitch in
And stay a while in the kitchen
_
Sudsy socks and shirts are spinning
Hand washed plates and pans are dripping
Tulips turn towards the sun
Tiny spider's webs are spun
_
The light bulb in my fridge just burnt out
It's a medium sized 40-Watt
Standard 60's are all I've got
I'll have to be careful these next few days
Or I'll confuse the yogurt with the mayonnaise
I'm a man
A man with a dark fridge
Just waiting to live
In the light of the day
_
The break of the morn
The twilight hour
Noon
Shade
Dawn
Osmosis
Osmosis
Osmosis
Oolong, herbal, infuse me
With warmth and strength and certainty
_
Sift the flour
Whip the egg
Stir in every grain
Leave no pocket, or air bubbles
Warm Brownies again
More than just a place to cook
A counter plus a breakfast nook
Some people watch and some pitch in
And stay a while in the kitchen
_
Sudsy socks and shirts are spinning
Hand washed plates and pans are dripping
Tulips turn towards the sun
Tiny spider's webs are spun
_
The light bulb in my fridge just burnt out
It's a medium sized 40-Watt
Standard 60's are all I've got
I'll have to be careful these next few days
Or I'll confuse the yogurt with the mayonnaise
I'm a man
A man with a dark fridge
Just waiting to live
In the light of the day
_
The break of the morn
The twilight hour
Noon
Shade
Dawn
I have eyeballs in my drawer
From a crummy Page-A-Day calendar
It had silly holes in it
And the paper never tore evenly
They wanted me to doodle
They expected me to be there drone
Mindlessly working for their crudy cause
Wasting paper and wasting time
Why can't they leave me alone
Those plastic eyes
Detached from their paper block head
Rolling back and forth alongside rubber bands and hi-liters
I want to throw them away
They have mesmerized me
Here I sit wasting time
Mindlessly typing
From a crummy Page-A-Day calendar
It had silly holes in it
And the paper never tore evenly
They wanted me to doodle
They expected me to be there drone
Mindlessly working for their crudy cause
Wasting paper and wasting time
Why can't they leave me alone
Those plastic eyes
Detached from their paper block head
Rolling back and forth alongside rubber bands and hi-liters
I want to throw them away
They have mesmerized me
Here I sit wasting time
Mindlessly typing
