Tuesday, October 30, 2012

Roasted walnuts. Can a poem be roasted as walnuts can?

Take this under advisement. A true conundrum, similar to the inconvenience of an empty bowl?

The much loved & recited poem is akin to roasted walnuts. The mouth experiences warmth and release of satisfying oil.

On the eve of Halloween, a cautionary tale. Never allow a hand-crafted pizza to go un-topped with walnuts. Well, almost never.

1 comment:

  1. circular disguises are poured onto surfaces
    as slick as granite, wet down with tears

    but the ladder, the stairs, the ascension
    the tricks must be played out

    so begins another evening in her playhouse
    the darkened planks of next door neighbors

    the whine of errant creatures
    searching for their nests

    in what cracked and warmed up dish
    will the wanderer find some relief?