Tick toque

[roggi]

Morning.

Put on the skin, away now the half life.
Double snaps, Stripes, clogs -once there were stocks and toques.
Gutfull of acid, fear, stale coffee and Tylenol.
A bent locker door scribed by a thousand proto Escoffiers before, kicked shut.
Broken promises and apologetic kisses forgotten,
Enter the savage arena.
Dark thoughts of mise cloud the mind...

A list struck through, tasks stabbed without grace.
An empty bench where my brother lifted his roll and walked, another fallen comrade.
Give me a poster of Rita and a small rock hammer, I`ll join you soon brother.

Old steel friend fits calloused grip. 
Muscle memory the dull ache from many walls punched.
When we were young, consumed by genius.
The craft, the graft.
Terse, Casio matrix morse, sends unrealisable dreams from the people I never can be.
Ca marche?

[The anti-anthropocentrist]

Morning,

I am personally struggling to get your message here. I think this may be due to dependence on the references that this poem has. Referencing ideas/events/people in my eyes are meant to bring readers in, not alienate.

Bodhi.

[Achebe]

Morning.

Put on the skin, away now the half life.
Double snaps, Stripes, clogs -once there were stocks and toques. ....not sure if cooks wear clogs? the vast majority of readers will be unfamiliar with culinary allusions, they'll have to use google. as I did.
Gutfull of acid, fear, stale coffee and Tylenol. ...nice twist if the cooks t themselves are having stale coffee
A bent locker door scribed by a thousand proto Escoffiers before, kicked shut. ...nice
Broken promises and apologetic kisses forgotten, ...generic
Enter the savage arena.
Dark thoughts of mise cloud the mind... ...why mise?

A list struck through, tasks stabbed without grace. ...generic. might as well be talking about an office job.
An empty bench where my brother lifted his roll and walked, another fallen comrade.
Give me a poster of Rita and a small rock hammer, I`ll join you soon brother. ...didn't get this. Rita Hayworth was a pin up girl of the forces in WW2, but the connectiion b/w the army and a restaurant is stretched. also, what's the rock hammer about?

Old steel friend fits calloused grip. 
Muscle memory the dull ache from many walls punched.
When we were young, consumed by genius.
The craft, the graft.
Terse, Casio matrix morse, sends unrealisable dreams from the people I never can be. ....I am thinking calculators (matrix morse) but can't see the connection
Ca marche?

Overall, the allusions are too cryptic and lose the interest of the reader beyond a point.

[UselessBlueprint]

I must agree with the posts above. It is far to cryptic to get too much out of it. I can't quite figure what the subject here is, which makes understanding anything more than a couple of lines at a time very hard. Personally, I like the "Casio matrix morse" bit, but that's really for anything technical or poetic, it just reminds me of some times from high school.