Breadstick

Buttered and salted
Steaming pan of soft soldiers
Stand and deliver!

Earth

Green and blue, mother
Mountains and valleys, mother
Dirt and sky, mother

Some corn
A steak
An apple
Some cake

Just nibble the cookie
One won’t hurt after all
You’ve worked so hard
You deserve it

Above all of us
In your ivory tower
Who stands above you?

It would appear that
Each one of us are rich in
Our own common sense

Exploded timbers
Scattered on gardens, playgrounds
Splinters, fat and thin

Want to talk

No shushing
No oppressing
No gagging

Nothing to say

An alarm silently rings out.

I boot up
And rise from bed.

I think I’ll
Treat myself
This evening