Poetry For Everyday People
Slow Cooking
Poems simmer
in me
as if
a holiday meal
was slow cooking
all day
everyday
every night
I can smell
the cinnamon
the oregano
the garlic
the basil
the rosemary
the thyme
the pain
the fear
the sex
the search
the cure
the mind
walking
hungry
for the
poem
as it simmers
and I do things
to get by
in between
such as
flushing
the ghosts
of my children
for a secret
thrill
rolling
the moon
on fire
high
blowing
smoke
at the
clouds
just
to watch
them cry
smelling
jasmine
to feed
the internal
simmer
telling love
I need a poem
as I sit
type
taste
think
pace
flush
read
drink
eagerly
awaiting
with
patience
as rocks
in a glass
wait
the
pour.
in me
as if
a holiday meal
was slow cooking
all day
everyday
every night
I can smell
the cinnamon
the oregano
the garlic
the basil
the rosemary
the thyme
the pain
the fear
the sex
the search
the cure
the mind
walking
hungry
for the
poem
as it simmers
and I do things
to get by
in between
such as
flushing
the ghosts
of my children
for a secret
thrill
rolling
the moon
on fire
high
blowing
smoke
at the
clouds
just
to watch
them cry
smelling
jasmine
to feed
the internal
simmer
telling love
I need a poem
as I sit
type
taste
think
pace
flush
read
drink
eagerly
awaiting
with
patience
as rocks
in a glass
wait
the
pour.
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Slow Cooking
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