"uncoated" poems
The epitome of inequality.
Frosting is distributed unevenly;
caked gloriously on some,
depressingly absent on others.
Anger and frustration mount
each time a claw raises
uncoated multi-grains to my mouth.
But each time my grasp
manages to find
a sterling white mini-wheat,
I remember why
I put up with all the ****
But the question beckons,
whether or not
the absence of imperfections
would lessen the resonance
of the frosty treats
to my oral senses.
Aug 11, 2011
Aug 11, 2011 at 3:58 PM UTC
Lying beneath the earth's realm
Inside a wooden box
No vision is seen
A wasted present is pondering
For I was simple
But plain as the rising sun
On uncoated slab
Till this day come forth
I will be a legend
To a group whom decided
Hanging me
Was the best way to die
How can a noose free my spirit?
Jan 22, 2010
Jan 22, 2010 at 5:13 AM UTC
I close my eyes to sleep
to see you smile through
your long, wavy hair.
Through uncoated curtains,
the warm gold of sunlight is
soft on your fair skin.
And pearls don’t shimmer
as your eyes, wide and (bright)
as heaven is on dark, cloudless nights.
And my eyes turn to yours
and we laugh like it’s new and
we fumble over hot breaths
and we sigh deep, (a deep,
contented sigh)
of unused I love yous.
And when mouths no
longer utter the right words,
the silence dwelt in is home.
In the blink of an eye,
the crank of a ****
once more the cogs of life turn anew.
Since when do flies feast hastily
on rotten hopes
of unfulfilled promises and dreams?
To sadly realize (terrible fruition)
there is no home to go to
when there is no you—a fate worse than
death.
Jul 27, 2017
Jul 27, 2017 at 12:07 PM UTC