Don’t stew,
my saucy one,
for you have
spiced my life and
flavored my existence.
Together, we are
cooking up
the meal of a lifetime
in the Kitchen of Love. mjh
2/14/1996
Don’t stew,
my saucy one,
for you have
spiced my life and
flavored my existence.
Together, we are
cooking up
the meal of a lifetime
in the Kitchen of Love. mjh
2/14/1996
Off a train of thought,
signs point up
to higher functions,
down to baser instincts.
A mindpost warns:
synaptic lapse ahead.
Now, I’m treading
a familiar path
in the gray.
All around me
light flashes
the path is slick and wet
soft walls rise
a ditch become a canyon
this place is old
those voices are echoes.
See also:
Wed 04/07/04 at 12:02 pm
my head is buzzing
like a hive
whacked with a stick
I’m flopping in bed
like a fish in a boat
inches from my element mjh
1/20/05
Saw you online
the other day.
Didn’t IM —
I am not
the chatty type.
Like seeing you
across a room
without waving.
It’s just nice
to know you’re there. mjh
3/21/08 5am
1.
The burglars kicked in the sidedoor
and invaded our kitchen
stealing 22 years of safety
and a cheap TV.
2.
We painted that kitchen
in a project which
began with stripping ugly wallpaper and ended
with a pretty security door a week too late.
3.
Thieves ransacked the dresser
she bought from her landlady in Virginia,
the top strewn with a lifetime’s sentimental baubles
pawed through by worthless thugs.
4.
In the garage,
a thief spread the contents of the glovebox
over the seats,
as if taking inventory before a long trip.
5.
Back at their hideout,
the burglars exclaimed,
“Man, those people had nothin’ worth stealing.
We were robbed.”
9/16/2009