there was an old man named Munch
who decided on a tryst over brunch
he thought he met the girl of his dreams
she let out a scream
and he said my dear I have something to paint over lunch
ERWTENSOEP
Split peas, sometimes with ham
This soup served in Amsterdam
Smoked pork belly, sausage too
Served nice and hot will just do
Carrot, onion, leek and celeriac
The thought of it takes me back
This combination did it for me
When I worked there in ‘83
Breakfast was always uitsmijter
Smiled at the girl just to spite her
Eggs and ham on fresh bread
Ordered early to stay ahead
Coffee drunk all through the day
Strong to handle come what may
A cold beer or two over lunch
With those little crisps to crunch
With meetings in the afternoon
I did my thing none too soon
Dinner was typically Indonesian
Sometimes influenced by Frisian
Rijsttafel, a surprise in every bowl
But delicious food always the goal
Elsewhere, desserts are plentiful
Big portions seem quite bountiful
But if I had just one item to order
Every time I crossed that border
It would be erwtensoep, every time
Everyday Dutch cuisine in its prime
Whatever kind of café I was ever in
I’d wash it down with ice cold gin
middle aged and middle class
driving way too fast
on country lanes
drop the kid at school
group yoga then the pool
prosecco and wealth envy over lunch
on to a manicure and then hair
(you won’t believe who I saw there)
send conspiratorial text or two; update facebook
get some vino, and the kid - shoot back home
knock back another glass of wine;
have a gossip on the phone
revving engine on the driveway: dinner’s bell
pour a cobra; grab a takeout menu
domestic bliss? suburban hell?
We talk – and talk
and talk - and suffer
for those who have
suffered a tornado,
or an earthquake.
a tsunami or
some other disaster.
We talk – and talk
with self-righteous
anger about abuse,
child abuse,
elder abuse,
the abuse of our
natural resources,
abuse of power.
We talk and talk
about politics as usual.
We read newspapers
and watch television.
We talk and talk more,
over cocktails, at a
party, or over lunch, and
then we go shopping.
A flaming Pterodactyl, is quite a sight to see
A flaming Pterodactyl, is quite alright with me
A flaming Pterodactyl, is helpful in a crunch
He hates to do
My homework too
And heats it over lunch
A homing Pterokeet, is weary on the wing
A homing Pterokeet, is not inclined to sing
A homing Pterokeet, is quick to fix a flap
She has to fly
A stormy sky
Without a safety nap
A lovesick Stegosaurus, is reading poetry
A lovesick Stegosaurus, is lonely as can be
A lovesick Stegosaurus, is yearning to be bright
He never knows
That when he glows
He lights my room at night
A tepid Raptorexus, is grazing on my grass
A tepid Raptorexus, is sure to let me pass
A tepid Raptorexus, is not so fond of fights
He'd rather chance
A disco dance
Or prance around in tights
A cuddly Crocokitty, is chewing on my limb
A cuddly Crocokitty, is mewing for a swim
A cuddly Crocokitty, is giving me the slip
She'll never slight
An appetite
For Crocokitty nip
A silly Humanoid, is what I really am
A silly Humanoid, is like a candy ham
A silly Humanoid, is silly thru and thru
The kind of me
Who longs to be
A silly 'noid with you.
February 1, 2021
i hear a shadow walking towards the light
in all amazement i feel tonight is the
deepest of all the darkness
and in all the suffocating intention
i miss the sun but love the moon
its everything i was raised for this night
i was snared when so ruined
begged forgiveness but knew
there'd be no mercy for what
was brewing
One thing is holy
among the ruin
one thing is evil
among the beauty
And i'll tell you
over lunch tonight
I'll show you love
I'll show you ruin
I'll show you heartache
in all that's brewing
within me this night //
:: 05-30-2018 ::
It became more than just a hunch
When I heard they met again over lunch
I called and asked her whats up?
But her answers didn’t add up
She said this and she said that
And for a while we were cat and rat
I probed and grilled her more and more
Said I wouldn’t quit till we settled the score
Told her I had enough evidence
To expose her decadence
She cried but I wouldn’t have none of it
I yelled “out with it! Enough of your ****!”
But had I known I wouldn’t have
Coz the truth sliced my heart in half
She confirmed that my guess was right, our love had lost its clout
It felt like a punch below the belt when she spelt it all out
She said she wasn’t cheating on me with him
Instead, she was cheating on him with me
I was dumbfounded
Or should I say astounded?
All I could do was ask myself why
Didn’t know whether to laugh or cry
And to be honest, it really didn't matter
Whether I did the former or the latter
Two kings were playing checkers. One challenged the other to a dual over lunch. The first king took a bite of his salami sandwich. And oh what a pickle he was in! The second king jumped two of his pieces and then took two! “Check!” he said proudly. “Check?” questioned the other. “How is it that I only turned my head briefly and you have called check?” “No, no!” shouted the other. I knew I was going to lose so I called the waitress for my receipt.
Written by Gwendolen Rix
10-21-14
let me think about this
I told myself
it was only time running out
what is the laughter for?
I was remembering the pussyfooting
publishers
who dismissed this over lunch
maybe it was the thickness
of the fondue
I don't know
it's all just a blur to me now
the whole day spent dreaming
of somebody
I never met
flying through the air
in a dream
we left the crowd
I just found my happy place.
Experimental modulation,
laying the perfect foundation
for a creative mind.
Live off the fruit of the land.
And
an honest obsession with intoxication, melting your polymer thoughts, remolding them into
metallic fantasies that feed on your every-day life.
I just found my dark side
smiling at me with shiny eyes.
Beckoning.
Luring me in
with the promise of an alternate reality where I'm the big-guy-screw-you making my own
moral and social regulations for everyone else to try and spit out over lunch.
He says its better with him.
He says its like when you're between being asleep and conscious. When you can give birth to
any self-animated sequence; and project it onto your Big Screen of a mind, socially
invincible. There's no laws, discipline or expectations. You're completely invincible.
He wants me to live in the dirge of the world,
walking with my head down low.
In some self-generated alternate reality.
Eyes half closed,
and head half empty.