To ride the wave into winter,
with her cool breezes and snow,
banishing the fallen leaves,
wiping away the last vestiges of what was,
wiping the slate clean, for what is to come.

Longing and envy,
I covet in vain,
dreams and fantasies,
drive me insane.

The things we may have,
are never as sweet,
we long for forbidden,
to have as our treat.

Better living through chemistry,
hiding in the sophistry.
drowning in the alcohol,
but my heart remains enthralled.

An air of wit, held with poise,
she rose above the noise,
shone like a beacon in a crowd,
to her, my heart is vowed.

Revenge may be a dish best served cold,
but regret is one on which grows mold,
the punishment for snap decisions,
and words of anger and derision.

You cannot go back, you cannot fix,
it has become the batter you mixed,
so understand forgiveness you may entreat,
but this is the cake you made and have to eat.

From 9 to 5 the bilboes tighten,
a range of cacoethes spin my mind,
but to pay the bills, I work,
not just to fill the time.

The clepsydra has gone dry,
even as time passes it stands still,
at the end of the day the shackles open,
but I go home with no thrill.

A vidiot at home,
my thoughts spaghettified,
****** into the nothingness,
all of them undignified.

I long for something different,
to degust the spice of life,
but trapped inside the blandness,
nothing here but rife.

The gorgeous smell of pecans roasting,
mixed with the sweetness of coconut toasting,
chicken breast pounded into paillards,
the grill is smoking in the yard.

Garlic minced and onion chopped,
jalapeno sliced and thrown on top,
sizzling sounds as chicken meets grill,
this is going to be a tastebud thrill.

Baby bok choy goes down now
smells better than should be allowed,
a touch of brown sugar and of soy,
this will be something to enjoy.

Sticky rice bubbles and steams,
the makings of culinary dreams,
pecans and coconut stirred right in,
the rice the base to this foodga-sm.

Jalapeno herbed chicken hot and ready,
salty sweet bok choy, hold it steady,
finish it off with ice cold beer,
don't you wish you were right here?