I Went To Sleep With A Poem

I went to sleep with a poem
last night
and starting writing a half-way
decent poem
and then deleted it
with my middle finger like nothing
ever happened,
actually it was that damned picture
of a kiwi that did it.
so delectable and green
full of seed, and fuzzy skin,
I was drooling
for its taste and not a freaking kiwi
anywhere in my house, just when
I need one as much as I needed
your arms around me last night,
(why did you die?)
I digress...
we were talking about kiwi's,
weren't we?

I started thinking about fruit, all the
wondrous fruit in season all over the
world, and how some of us get to plant
fruit trees in our little corner of the world,
some of us buy them and some
of us walk through Paradise and
pick them fresh,

fruit,
so lovely to look at, to touch, to smell and
to taste... such a joy
and some of us... die of hunger. period.

then I started thinking about vegetables
and how interesting they look, just how many
colours does "pepper" come in? I really don't
get that excited about veggies though I love
any kind of pan-fried veggie and spinach lasagna
and eggplant parmesan (cooked by my x) are my favs
I've juiced them over the years (even with fruits)
ate tons of them raw, but mmm the smell of veggies
frying with onions and garlic, and whatever spices
Yum.

...So you could say I love fruits and vegetabes, like to
look at their pictures (it's almost pornographic when
you're hungry).

and then I started thinking about meat.

oh, there's nothing like bacon frying in a campsite to fill
the nostrils but somehow looking at meat on the table
doesn't elicit any nuances, subtle or otherwise, and if I
were practicing awareness I would see that chicken
or cow instead of the product of its demise...and then
think about the manner in which it was *killed* to
be so placed on anyone's breakfast dinner or luncheon plate..

quite a bit disconcerting, isn't it? unless of course you
bag your own with a high-powered telescope, truly
I prefer mink on its own little slinky body, or fox doing
his fox thing on his own ground, Mrs. Palin,
thank you very much.

the good old boys network have a friend in you
(you know the words don't you, eh?) and
I wonder if you eat your veggies and if you have ever
had a romantic interlude with a fruit or two, please don't
take this the wrong way and go off the beaten track.. I
know how easily that can happen... wait a minute, I could
be wrong here... I mean how difficult it is to get out from
being stuck in a rut...

I hate to be in your crosshairs, but here I am
a friend of Bullwinkle, the other side of the war machine.



"A few are guilty but we are all responsible." ~ Abraham Joshua Heschel

http://blueherald.com/2008/09/bullwinkle-assassinated/