How to Eat SpaghettiEnjoy your spaghetti when no one is watching.How to Eat Spaghetti by TheShanar
Red sauce and noodles
sliding slick through your lips
and you're happy.
For restaurants and friends rarely take kind
to garlicky sauce, steaming and soupish
licked from chins
(not wasted on napkins!)
with tubish noodles wound around
and around and round
still falling off!
Silly and slimish,
it is oozing food made for closed doors
and messy tables.
Spaghetti is best when no one is watching.
The Existentialism of a Dead FishI hold a dead fish.The Existentialism of a Dead Fish by TheShanar
The same shape as a live fish.
But it doesn't smell like fish.
It smells like corn.
The diet of a live fish.
Which makes it a dead fish.
The live fish was lifeless.
The live fish was doomed to a plate.
The dead fish is doomed to a plate.
I hold the dead fish.
I didn't hold the live fish.
I couldn't look the live fish in the eyes.
Or could I?
But the dead fish has no eyes.
It has no head.
I cut it, bake it.
I eat it.
I ate the dead fish.
Or was it the live fish?
Because the live fish was dead as corn.
The corn it ate.
The corn it smells like.
The Critique of a HypocriteYour criticism makes onions cry.The Critique of a Hypocrite by TheShanar
It embitters cucumbers, vegetable dry,
immature, kicking kittens and
short sheeting beds.
Your criticism turns blue into red
skipping purple entirely,
missing whole the spectrum.
Because your criticism hates color.
as it picks at scabs, leaving scars
banging its head on our life to say:
So we nod.
And swallow your criticism,
coughing it up when you're not watching.