November 16, 2012

• daynomite.

  I’ve cycled my oven

  I have let my chicken remain thawed

  I have looked twice at my dials

  I have cleaned as I went

  I have made with love my best

  I have placed it into the care of time

  I careful to allow extra adjustments

  I checked minimally

   

  I wait a moment to allow rest

  I slice into my prize

  I see red

  20 minutes more

   

  I see red.

  I have failed

  cooking times may vary

  I have no patience now

   

  I pull indelicately

  I autopsy

  I see red everywhere

  I should say I missed my mark by half.

   

  I read it takes longer.

  I read of tricks

  Iread of trade secrets

  I remember again the gods

   

  I creamate my remains

  I hold forth the picture of the promise of bird

  I cannibalize the broken wing

  I think to the sandwiches coming

   

  

   

  I must toil to the business of remembrance

  I must toil to the work of justice

  I must’nt resort to sledgehammering my oven

  I must…oh yeah, maybe that olive oblong pill

   

  oh to ham up my day dynamited

  oh to cackle again while I sort out potions

  I mustn’t let myself forget

  the chicken is and was…already dead

   

  I must RESIST foul odors

  I must check that ash into the vent from the burner

  I must check the sensor probe didn’t kaput

  I must stop eating eggs too

   

  I must rise again of flatten carcass

  I must make of you soup

  oh to smell redemption boiling

  oh to taste what can still come again alive.

   

  

   

   

   

  • 3:38 am
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