#snacks
larks begin their social day
before dawn, in the early morning darkness.
They’re wired for it
So am I.
I’m a short-sleeper - it’s genetic
I’m talking about my DEC2, ADRB1, mGluR1 and NPSR1 genes. If I average 4 or 5 hours of sleep, for weeks and weeks, I’m good to go.
This works well for school, but back in the COVID lockdown days - it was crazy. I’d be up at all hours - long after the reasonable world closed its eyes. I’d walk the halls, seemingly everywhere, like Shakespeare’s eleven ghosts.
That’s a poetic queue if I ever heard one..
She shuns her weary bed
in the darkened hush of midnight
when slumber should rule
Her pale brow needs no rest,
so she wraith-like roams her parent’s home.
Fey and fleet, her footsteps falling soft
in shadows thick as underworld
She’s the grinning ghost
in the game room - a sleepless phantasm
moving to dance-dance-revolution’s beat
in seeming revelry wild.
She’s the gliding spirit in the endless, well-lit pool,
slicing effortlessly through the glass-slick turquoise,
a selkie-sleek mermaid in a loop of back and forth
making the pitch-night, an otter's roam.
To the kitchen then, this lissome spectre paces,
restlessness and moonlight walks compel cravings
she’s not seeking the company of other restless souls
- she’s searching for yummy Totino's Pizza Rolls.
.
.
Songs for this:
Time and Love by Laura Nyro
Late Night Talking by Harry Styles
Mar 21
Mar 21, 2026 at 9:48 AM UTC
so you
tell me off
&
force me
not to eat
while you munch on your snacks
in front of my face
wow.
Dec 25, 2020
Dec 25, 2020 at 8:40 AM UTC
Hungry
Always hungry
Munching on yummy food
Eating delicious snacks all day
Starving
Oct 26, 2019
Oct 26, 2019 at 4:24 AM UTC
A little brown dog called Dip Sea
Named after a simple peso snack
But many things occur in the real deep sea
Strange sea monsters freely roam the depths
Shipwrecks forever remain with their trapped crews
Lost aircraft look factory fresh but will never fly again
Unseen mountains as high as Mt Everest invisibly reach up
Unidentified alien craft speedily explore miles below the surface
Scuba divers practise their skills safely diving for an hour
Several large ships dump illegal waste into the ocean depths
Sea life like whales and dolphins intelligently live and play
Lost continents hint at ancient races of people now drowned out
Land based planners plan deep water towns and cities
All this and more takes place in the great ocean depths
Remembered in a small brown dog called Dip Sea
May 30, 2019
May 30, 2019 at 3:44 PM UTC
Plunge into coffee
Softening to perfection
Love me some cookies
Nov 3, 2018
Nov 3, 2018 at 11:18 PM UTC
Pancakes
Soft, circular, fluffy delight.
Euphoric taste, ******** to the mouth.
Heart pounding, as Aunt Jemima lathers her essence all over this treat.
Fresh bright fruit falling onto this plate as if it were sent from the heavens.
An earthly treat from Mother Earth, guaranteed to fill your satisfaction.
Savouring every bite, tingling all your senses.
A meal that could tickle ones soul and enlighten their day.
Pancakes, a synonym for yum, the definition of bliss.
Oct 19, 2018
Oct 19, 2018 at 2:49 PM UTC
Sometimes I get the munchies so bad after smoking **** that I pick something I normally wouldn't.
Tonight before work I stopped at the gas station and my eyes skated across an Oreo cookie brownie.
I have had one before so I already knew it was exactly what I needed.
As I was driving I took bite after bite until finally, because it is so dense and sugary, I had to take a drink.
I ate nearly all of it in the 5 minutes it takes to get to work, but now I have just a little bit left that will probably go to waste because the munchies wore off and like I said,
I don't normally go for that kind of snack.
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 10:44 PM UTC
Welcome to the meat shop
Where arms and legs dangle from the top,
Where discarded fats ooze from the lid
Of a metal bin and a giant squid
Is sneaking out through the crack near the back door.
And the floor is ***** and slippery like butter
Oyster juice stained the buttons on the cash register.
Aunty comes with her butcher knife.
She’s about to chop the life
Out of that carp. She misses! And swears.
Her finger, clean cut, and bounces off the floor.
My lord!
Blood sputters from her knuckle.
The entire scene gives me a chuckle.
And I wake up from my dream hungry.
May 8, 2018
May 8, 2018 at 1:28 AM UTC
No rush of the bulls
filled these narrow cobbled streets
where tradition and
songs sounded over pinxos,
and stories of San-Fermin.
Feb 11, 2017
Feb 11, 2017 at 2:28 AM UTC
There are no distractions
at 3:10 A M
There's not even a breeze
no stirring of wind
I sit alone in silence
listening to nothing
No , no I'm not in any
kind of suffering
Just letting my consciousness
expand beyond the borders
Beyond the mountains
and the sea's waters
Not even the space
surrounding the stars
There are no limits
as to just how far
My universe
is my man made cosmos
A thought turning to whim
Seen through like ghost
I sit alone in silence
but I'm not really lonely
I have all of my friends :
mayonnaise , mustard and lots of baloney
Apr 27, 2016
Apr 27, 2016 at 4:40 AM UTC
*you're just like
a midnight snack
. . .
not always there
when i needed*
Mar 28, 2016
Mar 28, 2016 at 3:03 PM UTC
The time I felt tummy hurts
Those that needn't the doctor
Those of hunger strikes in me
I clinged to worry for myself
Before my life discovery.
Was too used to pizza and burgers
Nothing from my own homeland
Though in my search I fell in a direction
An improved variety tabled for us
Down the table I sat, not popular to the world but my tummy signed in
Lost my taste buds to only this
To that I ate like a hired thief in full bites
The bells of Hawaiian, becon, chicken, sausage, all for One
A Rollecks.....
Marked my anniversary of love for snacks
The place whose memory runs in my blood
The Ugandan Nemo's,
Imprisoned my love for Rollecks
One of a kind shared without regrets
Aug 30, 2015
Aug 30, 2015 at 1:19 AM UTC
Sorry sweetheart
mommy was drunk last night
Had too many alcohols
and she couldn't fit all
of the fruit snacks into
her mouth before
she passed out
that's why
the bed is covered in them
yes you can have some
Aug 4, 2015
Aug 4, 2015 at 10:38 AM UTC
Crispy, and yet thin,
its rough curves shatter and snap,
salty, fragile chips.
Jul 10, 2015
Jul 10, 2015 at 5:06 PM UTC
Dear Daughter:
I've cleared out the paths for you.
I figured you'd want one of the more trafficked ones.
I packed you some snacks for the road,
some shoes to walk on,
some friends to walk with.
You are the first born,
I wasn't sure what to do for you.
Mar 18, 2015
Mar 18, 2015 at 4:45 PM UTC
a perfect winter
night includes:
hot chocolate,
blanket,
a warm place,
snacks,
good movies,
dimmed lights
and you.
but this ain't
a perfect night
because it doesn't
include you,
and i am left alone,
once again along
with my list,
without your name
written on the bottom
of it.
and i put you last,
because the last things
are the best,
right?
May 22, 2014
May 22, 2014 at 6:58 AM UTC