by Emily Tong
butter bacon blueberries
don’t know why I even bother
milk and orange juice two
for a dollar next week
I’m waiting on you, my
sweet syrup eggs bananas
cut the crap, tell it straight sugar, I’m
mixed up enough on my own, listing
strawberries pie crust out of order
cheese and coffee and
all the latter, just
talk to me. what do you want what
do you need figure it out. and
don’t ask me to make a list for you.
can’t you see it’s raining?
I would make pancakes but
flour sugar salt can’t
find ingredients, just splashes
of vanilla, false flavor everywhere.
Posted on 07/27/2011
Copyright © 2021 Emily Tong
|Member Comments on this Poem|
|Posted by George Hoerner on 07/27/11 at 03:11 PM|
I really like this piece lady. Very nicely done!
|Posted by Samiah Haque on 07/27/11 at 05:09 PM|
senses and being alive in a world of confusion. a wonderfully conceived poem. a rough wind and a feast of bewilderment.
|Posted by Kristina Woodhill on 08/03/11 at 03:26 PM|
A unique take on things. Very nice touch to this. Great ending.
|Posted by Wayne Tate on 08/10/11 at 05:13 AM|
The frustration and vulnerability of each line is amazing. Very, very nicely done. Thank you for sharing this piece Emily.