"latkes" poems
*The strange thing about lonesomeness
is that no matter how many people
you surround yourself with,
be it the best of friends,
lovers,
or acquaintances;
you'll never get to the point
where you feel like you're with anyone
besides your own voice
rattling away insults in your head.
And even that voice
feels a thousand miles away.*
Feb 23, 2015
Feb 23, 2015 at 7:20 PM UTC
Honey___...** slide
Beehive
Hand it over
high five
The Spa
his face peel
The great
closure
When you have nothing
It's quite a pleasure to touch
to come closer hug to feel
Moms home potato
Latkes enjoying
her meal
((The Great Lakes))
The tough skin on
The outside picnic
Checkerboard cover inside
Is the sour cream taking sides
With his cup, I am beside
him yum?
Layers of me sweet---/Pie/
Slightly salted spread-tie
He buttered me
Those words
well graded
or grated
Peel me grate me
The greater
expectation
The flirtation
with the
bigger than life
Engagement to
please me whats
between
The beefsteak rye
Restarts his engine
The greater speed
Eyes doorway style
The Regime
true lie
So Sublime
the greater
love mile
A desperate glimpse
of hope
The graphical logical
scope
but fear ever so near
The presence
Changing color
forms
Grate me in
love forms
All terms
Our names
became
all good germs
No way out to
cope
My greater
expectation
So familiar he met
my tears
# + years
Peel me grate--- me
The greater times
He resides
The greater you are
Why do we leave
to hide
Emotion so
intense
Someone must
be greater
With the aging
romance
Divination______*
Words the greater poets
Do you just know? Or no,
if's or buts
You just feel it
Oh! yes or Love me
not or so tied together
the peel me grate me
Whats greater
than
two lovers**
We made the Knot
So cared for
At its best
communication
The whole
entire nation
May 30, 2018
May 30, 2018 at 11:08 AM UTC
The gilded age watching over
The laughs echoing from the stage,
The lights dancing as they turn the page
Transition to the next game, checkmate.
I've been here the whole time
We've been discussing the Bidet
And the cult following they accrued
A total of thirty followers ensued
Enough to make a documentary.
A burgundy suit all picked out
For a wedding in June to Jess and...Jess,
All ready in a chic black dress,
All the suggestions flow and go and know
And the audience rings with participation
With suggestions--with bait.
Hook line and sinker, baby,
Knock it out for the win,
Come on roll us the dice
And spin us some sin.
Back through the tunnel,
Lights through a funnel,
Guiding the way, pushing away,
Away from King's Theatre
Away from the laughs,
Away from Sam and Sam and
Jacob and Jeremy's spats,
Away from Lou and Kimia too,
Vic is left on the stage shrugging,
Away from them too.
Giavani, a ******* queen,
And Shutup! Kurt needs to say something...
I love you all and to thine self be true
There will be nothing like this performance ever again,
And that memory is thanks to you.
It was a sparkler,
Alone in the night,
With our laughter we held it alight,
It burned for longer,
Longer than eight nights,
The oil from the latkes
a bubbling, browned delight.
A moment in time,
A moment of laughter,
A moment of silence before the disaster,
A time and a place and a place for the memories,
Don't underestimate the time you spent here.
Remember everything you can and hold it dear.
Cherish the improvisation,
The luck, the dice, the trolls, the rights,
Let it all simmer,
Take it to a boil
Under these spotlights.
Jan 23, 2025
Jan 23, 2025 at 10:53 PM UTC