Yesterday applying elsewhere-yawning from a late Thursday coping.
The generality of the cook– same as all others
till the title changes
The plain yogurt contributes to their made up parfait
Your crazy is somehow now the nuts that terraform the derelict and sour white nothing of corporate existence into a delicacy of texture and notes of… whatever.
Chosen under pretense as fruit that’s delectable- or at least in season?
Okay, also cheap, and available this weekend on short notice.
Value added due to unprecedented immediate need.
The hooked minnow- technically alive as it serves its captor’s purpose
Dances its cooperative wobble.
Emotes gratitude toward feigned generosity of purpose.
Hooked, but at least returned to the sea.
Swimming painfully is better than starving in a bucket designed to look like all there is until a better offer comes.
Next Friday promises a fatter envelope- maybe.
The once cook turned chef returns home to a lover’s embrace.
Love's ember glows momentarily brighter with the hope that a new name for an old rose will deliver more of the same.
Souls rapel- to the next landing of woe.
Touch down lightly, and breathe for a minute.
Just as reaching a small peak leads to the discovery of a greater ascent,
descending illuminates yet deeper struggles
To yearn for for adequacy feels hollow.
Subjective satisfaction, just out of reach.
The noble intention of the indoctrinated, manipulated by wholesale irreverence to the greater human condition.
Wow, there’s a lot to unpack! I especially liked the phrase, “Love's ember glows momentarily brighter with the hope that a new name for an old rose will deliver more of the same.”
Mine came out a little dark, as well...
Chef on Saturday
Chef on Saturday, cause the last one quit Friday,
Yesterday applying elsewhere-yawning from a late Thursday coping.
The generality of the cook– same as all others
till the title changes
The plain yogurt contributes to their made up parfait
Your crazy is somehow now the nuts that terraform the derelict and sour white nothing of corporate existence into a delicacy of texture and notes of… whatever.
Chosen under pretense as fruit that’s delectable- or at least in season?
Okay, also cheap, and available this weekend on short notice.
Value added due to unprecedented immediate need.
The hooked minnow- technically alive as it serves its captor’s purpose
Dances its cooperative wobble.
Emotes gratitude toward feigned generosity of purpose.
Hooked, but at least returned to the sea.
Swimming painfully is better than starving in a bucket designed to look like all there is until a better offer comes.
Next Friday promises a fatter envelope- maybe.
The once cook turned chef returns home to a lover’s embrace.
Love's ember glows momentarily brighter with the hope that a new name for an old rose will deliver more of the same.
Souls rapel- to the next landing of woe.
Touch down lightly, and breathe for a minute.
Just as reaching a small peak leads to the discovery of a greater ascent,
descending illuminates yet deeper struggles
To yearn for for adequacy feels hollow.
Subjective satisfaction, just out of reach.
The noble intention of the indoctrinated, manipulated by wholesale irreverence to the greater human condition.
Wow, there’s a lot to unpack! I especially liked the phrase, “Love's ember glows momentarily brighter with the hope that a new name for an old rose will deliver more of the same.”
Thank you for sharing 😉!