Frustrated

[nibbed]

The smell of save for later
hard boiled eggs
made me hungry
so I downed
a glass of water instead,
knowing full well
those chicken fingers
breaded in Southern Biscuit Flour
made late yesterday
awaited, chilled and firm.

Our smiles are different.
I couldn't tell if his meant
he found pleasure
when an anvil fell on my skull yesterday
or he's remembering last week,
tapping into my
let-me-please-you programming,
winning a coaxing:
my tipping up, just half
of his very cold
Founder's Dirty Bastard;

perhaps he's won
a strange contest in the motherland
where I once danced the border
as a coin-fringed gypsy,

or could it be
he's getting ready
to leave for the day,
seeing an old friend
who uses a compass-point disadvantage?

I can't kill his innocence
by telling him
one termite, over time,
can devour an entire love shack.






ORIGINAL
The smell of save for later
hard boiled eggs
throughout the house
made me hungry
so I downed
a glass of water instead,
knowing full well
those chicken fingers
breaded in Southern Biscuit Flour
made late yesterday
awaited, chilled and firm.

Our smiles are different.
I couldn't tell if his meant
he liked it when the anvil fell
on my skull yesterday
or he's remembering last week:
still able to tap into my
let-me-please-you programming
by winning a coaxing,
my tipping up just a half
of his very cold,
Founder's Dirty Bastard.

Maybe he's won some sort of contest
in that land where I once danced the border
as a coin-fringed gypsy,
but it could be
he's getting ready to leave for the day,
thinking he's made another new friend
who likes to take his money,

but I won't kill his innocence
by telling him
one termite, over time,
can devour an entire love shack.