17/01/2021 – Blessing

It would be a blessing from the highest god,
To only think about what is for breakfast.

Afterwards, to call you and see what you’re up to;
Maybe you would even like to spend some time together?

Maybe we could have some lunch… something light like a salad.
Or we could have scrambled eggs, lightly salted with a touch of pepper, just for that kick.

Then when you leave, I can think about how to spend my afternoon.
Maybe I’ll read a book, an exciting novel that will make me feel something, anything.

That way, I won’t have to think about your bleeding spouse.
Or how you broke both of my legs, when you left my house.

04/12/2020 – Chicken Soup

Thank you, chicken, for your sacrifice,

You nice and warm, and taste nice.

First you get turned into soup,

and at the end of your journey through me, into poop.

But oh how your warmth is like a lover’s embrace,

Warming me up on these cold days.

You are so precious to me,

but sadly a good life was not guaranteed;

To you, my dear chicken,

when you bawked your last bok,

were you in pain? were you okay?

I can’t imagine the terrifying last moment,

It’s the last line, a terrible omen:

the sound of the machines and blades swinging.

So close to death you heard the angels singing.

But on cold days when nothing else will do,

I have to give up on my morals, and turn to you.