Ever had one of those nights?
Where you sit down to write poetry
Where you want to make a contribution
Yet there is nothing that moves me
No new loves, old loves, broken hearts
Making an attempt to reside in this moment
Of nothingness, separation, tranquility
Then suddenly thoughts of pleasure
Not love, old loves, or happy hearts
But of mulldown, fat women, and french fries!
Where in the world did this come from?
Maybe seeping from my unconscious
Obsessions creeping out of my past
Which I have not nurtured and caressed
So I invite them into my life again tonight
Catfish mulldown, missing for ten years
Strips of tender, white meat, marinated
Potatoes and Vidalia onions, new potatoes
Steamed in the pot, flavored with garlic
Salt and pepper congealing the flavor
And then the moment, ectasy to my palet
Fat women, oh how I have missed them
So I invite them into my life again tonight
The abundance of laughter and love
All in one package, passionate woman
Spectacular movement of unordinary oceans
Loving me like I was the last, not judging
Creative love, yes smiling, creative love
French fries, oh how I have missed them
So I invite them into my life again tonight
Wondering where this obsession came from
There is no abundance of love, no passion
Wondering in my creative mind of a writer
I must know where the french fries came from?
Like other loves, pleasing without conversation
{This poem was written drug and alcohol free}
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem