god does not love me i think he doesn’t even know my name, yet i still wonder what he’d call me by once i arrive at the gates of afterlife, would he disregard what he wrote in the book of life, look me in the eye and call me by the name my parents christened me with instead of human number 99560000c, earth #05?
but who am i fooling; i am but a donut flying across infinity in lightspeeds one moment there, a moment later swallowed by the hungry monster who awaits in the black hole
am i a snack for idle gods? a cut of chicken running from the jaws of earth, unaware that it is merely flopping from one bowl to another, flour to egg to crumbs— a breading offering for the deities
most people have come to accept that, i think as i jump yet again into the bowl of flour but i am not most people, as i refuse to believe the reality that i am but a speck of dust fleeting through life, an insignificant bug easily quashed by the stinking foot of infinity, that old hag.
life is temporary too much breading does not do any good i will soon be the trillionth dumped into that pool of hot oil
but **** if i’m not going to try scorching the tongue of a god, and while i’m at it, be the most delicious flying donut in the galaxy.
What’s a healthier choice? The drive thru coffee? Or the get out of the car walk several steps to standing in line working your brain to choose carrying a big pink box exercising your muscles all the way back several steps again to your car donut shop?
I think it’s obvious
I guess it depends on where you live. Rationalizing bad but yummy choices
I think of you whenever I pass a donut shop. I see you making coffee And hovering over the dozen, Making a game out of picking a donut. I think of you whenever I put up Christmas lights. I see you in front of the church, Stringing lights on the cross with The agility of someone half your age. I think of you whenever I sit in Bible class. I see you with your legs Sprawled out on the pew, Asking great questions and Leading thoughtful discussions. I think of you whenever I see your grandchildren Running around in the sun, Enjoying the life that you gave them. I think of you whenever I think of heaven, and I know That’s where you are, having Coffee and donuts up in heaven With your Maker. Hallelujah!
Written in memory of my friend Pat, who recently suffered a fatal heart attack.
Don’t you like a chocolate?* A foggy morning jog; over the windward side of the snowing hill, Accompanied by the silence of my lovely girl. Suddenly a drop; falling from a sky high teak, Soaking her rose-bud cheek. Eyes on her cupid’s bow; Were thirsty ‘coz her lipstick frost, Needing for a lip to moist. That was the time; I lived up from the day I saw, This angel, with a dropping jaw. Came close we two; almost locking a tight lip kiss, But what made that a chance to miss?! Confused, my girl; Perplexed by my bizarre act; Peeping places, I was looking at. Why did I stop? *A Choco Donut shop at left, The reason for my eyes to shift. Piercing the bread, I licked the sauces off the knife What else do I want in life? :P
I contemplate I buy it on aromatic instinct The fight emerges Don't eat it! You're not even hungry! I sit in my head While the words debate The palate ultimately wins My hands follow orders The sweet melting chew Savory icing Made for my mouth I close my eyes Taste buds dance Pure enjoyment A moment has escaped me In my candy land Until it's gone A guilty pleasure Plagued stomach Churning to Disappointed intestines An alien They don't quite understand As it has no nutrients or vitamins to absorb Sending the lipids and sugars Away to live as fat Surrounding areas I dislike most I look in the mirror And I imagine where that regretful donut went.