olfactory arousal
strips of bacon appeared
in my high-definition dream
alongside ripened tomatoes
farm fresh eggs
and quarter pound cheeseburgers
I could hear them pop and sizzle
in their own searing grease
could smell the sweetness
originating from the kitchen
and infiltrating the entire house
pretending I’m fully awake
I tuck a linen napkin
up under my chin
march down the staircase
wielding flatware and a hefty appetite
january two thousand fourteen
copyright j matthew waters
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What I admire most about your work is your ability to make ordinary, slice-of-life situations poetic. Another great piece, John.
Thanks you, Millie – I appreciate your support and sentiment – it means so much to me.
YUMmmmmmmmmm 🙂
Yeah! ;`)
I’m getting hungry here!!!
That’s probably a good thing!
Original and chuckleworthy. Well done.
ha-ha thanks – I’m a big believer in punting when deep in your own territory ;`)
Do you sleepwalk?
only in my dreams