Pale Burgers

Pale Burgers

Dear Gluten

I miss you.

I didn’t know how much I would miss you till we parted ways.

Soft as a cloud burger buns-

now replaced with saw dust fibres-

carving up my mouth.

Gluten-

How I miss you.

Doughnuts?

More like Dough Not.

In this day and age.

Gluten,

Why did you break up with me?

My body doesn’t miss you.

But my heart does.

Oh,

Gluten,

How I miss you.

#7 stream of conciousness

#7 stream of conciousness

Uber travels, bumpy road. Air tinged with smoke. Nauseating aroma. Cars. Cars. Cars, homeward bound. Motion sickness creeps on in. Phone, typing, pot holes jagger on. Radio sound, white noise voices. Mainstream Radio overrated. Talk. Talk. Talk, nothing smart is said. Traffic light. Red arrow. Can not turn. Coffee sign, craving caffeine. Benches empty. Roads are full. Typing, typing. I have typed.

Her Feet

Her Feet

She looked at her feet-

graciously she thanked them-

for these feet-

her feet.

Have kept her steady and strong-

for all she has seen-

for all the heart ache she has felt.

These feet-

her feet-

have guided her through-

the labyrinths of life.