“Strained Noodles”

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“Strained Noodles”

Steamed, boiled, fried,

so much internalized.

Stir the pot,

nice and hot.

Bubbling, bubbling, bubbling.

Pop, pop, pop!

Thinking thoughts, avoiding others.

Labotomy, if I had my druthers.

Vent the pot, now too hot.

Boiling over, flame kaput.

Bulb lit up, indicates,

ideas good, and full of hate.

Thinking for its own sake.

For what else?

For, what, else?

The basis of reality,

changes on what’s perceived.

Arguably?

Perhaps, aggrieved.

Since we cannot agree.

Is it beyond our reach?

My preference would be,

to be,

free.

Relieved.

Put me back in the matrix.

I’ve cooked long enough.

“Packed Lunch”

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“Packed Lunch”

Cherry tomatoes, celery.

Mini-carrots, stringy cheese.

Butter crackers, square Cheez-Its.

snack-sized baggies, so it fits.

Raspberry juice box, flexi straw,

ice pack cooling, as it thaws.

My day brings many, many things,

while you’re at school, I’m in meetings.

The only way I get to be,

there for you, is when you eat.

So, look at each and every piece,

and know I put my love in between.

When I make your lunch for you,

I’m hoping your day goes smooth.

We’ll meet up later,

to hash it out.

And you’ll tell me,

what to keep out.

And when I go to make it new,

I’ll remember the revised menu.