He’s gone far away

Far away from my hand
my arm, me
He is not by my side
in physical presence
I am now aware that I am
ill with a desire to
be back together again
where two halves
make the chubby round whole
egg again
like yolk to white
cat to its nip
chocolate to the lady
and everything nice
For awhile and some time more
the world will be a bit
off
off kilter where two beings embrace the
earth in hope that the distance
dissipates and no amount of air is too far
in this day, this moment where there is an
electric connection
between that egg and that white
to make something fascinating
so fantastic that the girl would
cry happily with joy
that she could have that chocolate
as if he stepped through a window
in a frame in an instant
that need that want could be
calmed for just awhile
a little while
where the chocolate melts pleasantly
and mixes into her.

On green bubbles

Little green bubbles bunched up all on a vine

brown vines to tie them bind them all as a familial unit

Inseparable, to nothing except time and gravity

t&g makes for an irresistible duo to bring the bubble into a chemical mix of

tart & wine. sugar ripened to the peak of flavour

thick skins engulf the round ovalesque bubbles

Green green grape fear not for I am here to save thee from

the rot you wish for, the seed to contact the earth and

renew yourself away. again and again

the seed is here or isn’t

at all. GMO green grapes deny me this pleasure

but takes away the fun the delight of ejecting with pursed lips

the fruit of your labours

the dainty teardrop of your magnificent DNA

the lovechild of your green green bubble

encased with thick thick skins

that stretch from head to toe

without tear break

unmarred you are intact till my lips

surround your body and

tear you limb from flesh

and you are no more no

sustenance remains to

mark where you were

green green grape

 

I am a cookie dealer.

My youth and to now does not seem far apart
I once dealt cookies under the banner of helping girl guides
push cookies door to door, taking outrageous prices for meagre
boxes of cookies, mint, vanilla, and chocolate.
the three main staple flavors.

Now I deal cookies for similar purpose to help some poets
some sugar cookie monsters that need
simply that dark dark sweet cookie
that makes the user say
om nom nom nom
om nom nom nom some more please?

really I need some more cookies
please help I need my cookies sam.

Sure I can help but at a cost.
your cookie fix is funding my
charitable projects, groups, and poets.

You know the sugar and the cookie itself is not of my creation
its a product of culture, sweetness, and habit.

My habit is to sell these cookies,
it matters not to whom but
when the cookies may appear to be in excess.

Cookies here, there, and everywhere.

Tollhouse cookies, sugar, gingerbread,
molasses, snickerdoodle, raisin oatmeal,
white chocolate macadamia, chocolate chip!
Cookies of my desire. A gut craving for sweets.

Cookie cookie on the tray, oh!

Tell me if you can me mine?
Tell me if you taste sweet and divine?
Tell me if you can stay soft?
Tell me you won’t melt my resolve.

Tell me, Tell me cookie.