Poem – Page 52 – A (wise) man of two faces

The incredible, edible egg

Eggs are so useful
for breakfast, lunch, and dinner –
they’re renaissance food.

How do you let someone in
when the weight of your sin
would mark your hands in red
and chase them far from your bed…
How do you even begin?

I like my pancakes
in silver dollar towers
with butter rooftops.

Give me today’s soup
and half of a club sandwich,
please hold the mayo.

Little black dress,
such a mess;
you reveal, yet deny,
and draw every wanton eye.

Gold hair,
down to her derriere;
but between her thighs?
Are her tresses lies?

Red lips,
tempting a kiss;
she’ll make you pay
and draw your soul away.

Pale demeanor,
contrary to the demon in her.

Dear garden salad,
you are so good for me but
we need to break up.

Though you’ve opened the door
I just can’t be sure
cause the way you say my name,
it sounds just the same
as those who’ve hurt me before.

Sweet, juicy burger,
you are oh-so bad for me –
now get in my mouth.

Clouds sweep the blue sky,
the brushwork of a master
with an unknown name.

Summer ice
feels so nice,
melting and cooling me,
fighting the humidity.

Winter rain
is such a pain;
it freezes thin
into a slipper skin.

The Fall is bright
with verdant lights
dressing up in varied shades
for one last autumnal promenade.

And Spring is marked anew with flowers
rumored for their amorous powers.