Food is universal.
Fast food chains in particular.
Yet, even so
the taste is not the same.
Different ways of raising the meat
and even the water used in the bread
all combine to make fussy eaters – fussier!
NoTime
I can not be sick!
I have things to do.
I have errands to run.
People to call.
Statements to gather.
Places to visit.
So sleeping in bed is not allowed!
Which is why that is where I really want to be.
Taste of the food
Maybe it was preferences?
Perhaps because we were sick?
Or it could simply be
That the quality of the ingredients
Just were not what we were expecting.
So while we thought all food in this fast food chain
Should all be the same,
Apparently they are not.
We obviously have better beef!
Not dead yet, Yay!
Coughing fit over.
Plane has landed.
We made it over the bridge.
The sun has risen.
Let us see
If the day’s
New adventures
Will Allow us
To cry our battle cry
Once more.
The End
Not dead, Yay!
States Title boy
As he navigates the asteroids
And space debris.
He chuckles nervously.
I clutch white knuckled
And pray that we stay that way!
Shroomami
Delicious.
Fresh.
Crunchy.
Healthy.
Now to just pick all the leftover salad bits from my teeth.
Sick days
Should be weekdays
When you are supposed to be at work.
Not on the weekends!
Funtime
Work is done.
Last weekend of summer.
Official or unofficial?
Who cares.
I get to sleep in.
Poem
My words.
Creation involved.
Meaningless or thoughtful?
Does anyone care?
Sounds recorded on a page.
Ghost writer, I am not.
Vacation blues
Coughing my lungs out.
Head pounding.
Nose dripping like a faucet.
Fever comes and goes.
At least I had a few days of fun before this laid me low.
Saturn's Premier Poet 