Monday, October 22, 2018

Rob Schackne #792 - "I don't know the kitchen chef" (redux)


I don't know the kitchen chef
I don't know the pastry chef
I hardly know myself at all
I calmly eat when I'm filmed
I always present my best side
I had a black cat and a library
I had a nervous wife and a life
I am a writer and a luckless fighter
I grew up late using my words
I get up early and self-pollinate

I throw all my bets out wide
I see a sail against a blue sky
I am spinning with the spirits
I want to rearrange myself
I look for any number of signs


6 comments:

  1. draw a veil on that self-pollination dearest.

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    1. Ha. But the terms of the agreement with her: I won't put a veil around anything that I am aware of, that may be fashioned into words.

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  2. Phemius:
    I'm filled with all this godstuff
    make all my lays myself

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