Kitchens Poems - Poems about Kitchens

what no utensils we've hands ~ soup kitchen water main in-gr[id-i-ot] French Consommé soup beef stock veal broth ~ no substance comes with twelve-course meal Miso water soup nine nine point nine ~ still nothing we've extra chopsticks Jamaican Mannish Water goat soup ~ keyword big voluminously...

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I decided to turn around this morning, stop spooning away the day Forget about mother nature, look much deeper into the grey I could see late night approaching, and planet Earth speeding away When the unimaginable happened, God spoke! this is what he says Your journey through life is now on pause, over there’s the final shore Take a...

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There’s a lot of smoke blowing out the backdoors So many kitchens on fire ... trapped aprons trying to get out Smoke detectors are broke, cries for help too long ignored So many choking on forced desire ... sexual peccadillos baked into every chore But nothing is minor anymore Major societal shift ... rumblings shaking the good ol’ doughboys to the core Smoky backroom...

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It was dark out. The stars shone dimly, and the horizon blushed faintly as the birds sang, too cheery for the hour. A chill swept the edges of all the outside world: not cold enough to be truly considered cold, but far from anything to be called “warm.” I turned my key quietly, so as not...

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This shuddering heart-throb. This 11-pound earthworm. Warm, with fat skin in tiny bundles. Eyes swimming for clarification, The gleam in them like lighthouses In search of just you. Her arms cling sloth-like around my neck. Her legs pump and jostle for position. (For what? A better view over the left shoulder? I tried the right now and again. She hated it. So left...

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