Short Overcooked Poems
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Some people you can read like an open book
Pages worn, just a bunch of gobbledegook
Sorry for them
A lot depends
Sometimes brains can get overcooked
It’s been a choppy day for trading,
And the market’s looking wan,
Gold is sticking to its vaults
While Bitcoin faces a ban
Greece is eying the drachma,
Its kebabs now overcooked,
While Chinese knees are trembling
As America cooks its books
And as the rich get richer
And the poor man fades away,
Money, gold and diamonds,
Will always win the day.
You tell me your leaving
Impersonal over the phone
Couldn't you at least write me a Poem
Spelling out why
Or was I just small fry
You overcooked
Because you weren't paying attention
Romping up the temperature
Drained on old newspaper
Yesterday's news in small print
You never really cared about
Hanging on your arm whilst you looked out
For something better to come along
And sweep you off your feet
She struggles to get out words
That never say enough
Not as clear as she hoped
Never conveying
What she wanted to say
Feelings on paper
She stares
Disappointed
Discouraged
Angry at herself
They are bland,
Stale, overused.
Under baked or overcooked.
She crumples up a page
Begins again
Throwing this clump
Onto the sea of clumps
Around her desk chair
Begins again.
And again.
And again.
Maybe it’s not her day to write.
She struggles to get out words
That never say enough
Not as clear as she hoped
Never conveying
What she wanted to say
Feelings on paper
She stares
Disappointed
Discouraged
Angry at herself
They are bland,
Stale, overused.
Under baked or overcooked.
She crumples up a page
Begins again
Throwing this clump
Onto the sea of clumps
Around her desk chair
Begins again.
And again.
And again.
Maybe it’s not her day to write.
The blood in my veins,
Long past smoldering, begins to scorch---
Beneath the skin
Purple agony erupts again,
Ignited by the shimmer of your eyes---
My breath is gone,
Excluded by my swollen tongue---
My nose feels like a potato
Overcooked,
Or dunked in hellish alien wines---
Impossible concentration---
How long will you stretch the agony---
My skin is near the breaking point,
Flame broiled beneath your gaze
Please release me,
Let me go