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Magnetic Nut
by Glenn CurrierThe jar of nuts nearby
is blinking red for my eye
my taste buds say to extend
your hand to your salty friend.
Don’t think about the fat
remember only that
it feels so good to taste
its buzz cannot be replaced.
And there goes my hand of steel
so fast my mind can’t appeal
no matter the harm to my gut
by the modest magnetic nut. 03/28/2011 Posted on 03/28/2011
Copyright © 2025 Glenn Currier
| Member Comments on this Poem |
| Posted by Gabriel Ricard on 03/28/11 at 07:40 PM Well said, sir. |
| Posted by Charlie Morgan on 03/28/11 at 09:46 PM ...and the center held. a simple nut, how lovely. |
| Posted by James Blaylock on 03/28/11 at 11:03 PM Glenn, I found this piece to be fun, funny and a bit salty. lol It seems the tastebuds shall win in almost any given battle we might have with our bodies - good or bad. And I imagine to truly become a conquerors we have to cut the thought loose at the very root/grocery store -- out of sight out of mind. But with any drug the craving never really dies! |
| Posted by Alison McKenzie on 03/29/11 at 02:12 AM *giggling* If I'd only known how sweet you were on the nuts.... :)) |
| Posted by Ann Mills on 04/10/11 at 03:19 PM Suddenly LOL takes on a whole new meaning. Love this poem! Love you, too. |
| Posted by Quentin S Clingerman on 04/11/11 at 11:24 PM Fun! Nuts have that kind of magnetism for me as well. Hey, protein is very good! |
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