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23 November 2011
75PoWriMo - LVIII
the most underrated delicacy
when you stumble home feeling snowman-ish
with two ingredients (and maybe some garnish)
you can make a meal which will banish
all traces of hanger from your belly
and clear fear from your mind as well (e-
ven if you cant afford to shop at the organic deli)
opening up your refrigerator
you will find a bowl or plate or
tupperware of food you left for later
last night or perhaps the night before
when you discovered you had prepared more
food than could be crammed into your maw
be grateful to yourself of yesterday
as his propensity for overca-
tering has given you "ingredient a"
depending on the nature of your saved
comestibles it may take too much brave-
ery to eat cold so a microwave
or saucepan may be used to warm it through
the method selected is up to you
(who am i to tell you what to do?)
the second step is also none-too-hard
it simply requires you to maillard
some bread (stopping before it's charred)
once happy with the browning of your bread
all that's really left to do is spread
ingredient a all across its head
it's nothing of which you will want to boast
but the delicious dish i make the most
brings simple joys - leftovers on toast
when you stumble home feeling snowman-ish
with two ingredients (and maybe some garnish)
you can make a meal which will banish
all traces of hanger from your belly
and clear fear from your mind as well (e-
ven if you cant afford to shop at the organic deli)
opening up your refrigerator
you will find a bowl or plate or
tupperware of food you left for later
last night or perhaps the night before
when you discovered you had prepared more
food than could be crammed into your maw
be grateful to yourself of yesterday
as his propensity for overca-
tering has given you "ingredient a"
depending on the nature of your saved
comestibles it may take too much brave-
ery to eat cold so a microwave
or saucepan may be used to warm it through
the method selected is up to you
(who am i to tell you what to do?)
the second step is also none-too-hard
it simply requires you to maillard
some bread (stopping before it's charred)
once happy with the browning of your bread
all that's really left to do is spread
ingredient a all across its head
it's nothing of which you will want to boast
but the delicious dish i make the most
brings simple joys - leftovers on toast
75PoWriMo - LVII
my city is an archipelago
this city is a continent
but my city is an archipelago
collected familiar islands
a family of isolated recollections
places i have grown to know
to love, to fear, to long to revisit
federated states of mind
suspended in a soup
spread among a sea
the undulating waves and shipping lanes
of places across which i travel
cross over, pass by, fly through
and i love those geological events
those volcanic moments
when new land masses emerge
rising from the depths of the darkness
new islands or just new spurs
peninsulas slowly encroaching the shores
of the formerly unknown
this city is a continent
but my city is an archipelago
collected familiar islands
a family of isolated recollections
places i have grown to know
to love, to fear, to long to revisit
federated states of mind
suspended in a soup
spread among a sea
the undulating waves and shipping lanes
of places across which i travel
cross over, pass by, fly through
and i love those geological events
those volcanic moments
when new land masses emerge
rising from the depths of the darkness
new islands or just new spurs
peninsulas slowly encroaching the shores
of the formerly unknown
75PoWriMo - LVI
perspective
sometimes i
feel like i'm
watching myself
through the wrong
end of a
pair of binoculars
tiny and
distant and
slightly out of focus
knowing that
at any
moment i could
bump into
things which seem
so far away
sometimes i
feel like i'm
watching myself
through the wrong
end of a
pair of binoculars
tiny and
distant and
slightly out of focus
knowing that
at any
moment i could
bump into
things which seem
so far away
75PoWriMo - LV
my brain was trying to sing this like dylan
just a twisted, tiny-hearted man
who never understood the way to feel
he don't when love-atrophy began
and can't even be sure if he is real
which is partly because he's just a composite
and partly because he's partly parts of me
but he's concluded mostly it's because it
isn't easy to define reality
the voice inside narrating
his life had started stating
that by now his heart was in need of reinflating
his heart had very slowly crusted hard
like play dough that's been left out in the sun
he needed a crash cart and cpr
but most of all he just needed someone
to take that clay and gently start remoulding
to find the kind of form he isn't suite
to polish off the dirt and find the golden
kernel and the glowing pilot light
the voice inside narrating
his life had started stating
there were just too many pluses he's negating
just a twisted, tiny-hearted man
who never understood the way to feel
he don't when love-atrophy began
and can't even be sure if he is real
which is partly because he's just a composite
and partly because he's partly parts of me
but he's concluded mostly it's because it
isn't easy to define reality
the voice inside narrating
his life had started stating
that by now his heart was in need of reinflating
his heart had very slowly crusted hard
like play dough that's been left out in the sun
he needed a crash cart and cpr
but most of all he just needed someone
to take that clay and gently start remoulding
to find the kind of form he isn't suite
to polish off the dirt and find the golden
kernel and the glowing pilot light
the voice inside narrating
his life had started stating
there were just too many pluses he's negating
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