Showing posts with label dinner. Show all posts
Showing posts with label dinner. Show all posts

Wednesday, February 22, 2017

Sunday Dinner


Lasagna.
Wreck-tangle in layers of cheese,
I add a pound of spinach for extra iron.
It is a production, 
each layer has a plan, to become part of
an edible architexture, an assemblage,
full fromage, flagon, flag off
in red, whine and green.

Read and cook, turning the page,
the fungi’s sizzle
and The Hidden Reality outlines details
of jitters, making energy and arrays.
I stir, it pops, I read, it steams and
condenses sugars.

Put together, my job is done,
I wait
it melts
all together. 

I close my eyes for the first bite,
forgetting all I threw in.
I think I taste nutmeg, but then remember
this often tastes like M-theory.

I must have forgotten the salt. 


Painting by Jacopo Tintoretto, The Supper at Emmaus (1542-43) in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

Friday, January 13, 2017

Hand me downs (II)


The local train blares by
to cause alarm
although familiar, futility gains strength with steam.
With this new engineer at the helm from the rear
he calls *Attention* to his pressures and passages
as though he
the town crier knew the time
anymore.

This whine is the bell vibrating raw gravity-
                           hard to see
coming straight, near, far, coming, going...

All the rest is color coded for us,
              lights and trigger switches
are on the outside, green and red, black and blue
Stop and Go for Simons followers.

The straight path, as the crow flies,
is soft and well worn, even in the sky
                     drawing diameters
in his radii, he is right on a smooth track.

To make it back home for dinner, meatloaf.
To rely on regular things such as
weak forces, sympathy and cacophonies.




Painting by Frits Thaulow, The train is arriving (1881) in [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.

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