Plucked

He plucked out her eyeballs.
She was too sleepy to see the guy with the spoon.
He mused he would give her the moon,
Do something funny, just like a looney ‘toon,
Now he feels like a goon.

Because of her scream,
He can’t be fulfilling her dream
As he realized she was being figurative
When she said, “Pluck my eyeballs,
For I find you unattractive.”

Bonus

I have an extra ligament,
An extra pair of eyes,
Even an extra ear.

Secretly created in a basement,
I woke up on a bed of ice.
I had no choice to be here.

It took me a moment,
But I came to realize
That I might be something to fear.

9/11, 24/7

16 years ago today in September
An evil, senseless, heartless act
Changed many lives forever.

Alas, it was not the beginning
Nor close to the end, it just keeps spreading;
The endless taking of human life,
There is no reason.

Prance with arrogance, respect becomes a speck.

Bánh Mi Wannabe

Planned to make bánh mi,
But too many substitutes
No bánh mi for me.

Just a stacked sandwich,
So ban me for no bánh mi,
Though not a bad sub.

I had no baguette,
I used pain de campagne,
A pseudo-bánh mi.

My bánh mi wannabe ingredients for this classic Vietnamese sandwich:

  1. Sautéed Swiss chard, onions, and fresh basil sprinkled with tamari sauce
  2. Thinly sliced cucumbers
  3. Fresh mint
  4. Sweet pickle relish
  5. Leftover roasted chicken
  6. Mayo mixed with sriracha sauce spread on two slices of pain de campagne (aka “French sourdough”)

Total Eclipse

Image: Pixabay

Unite all humanity,
See through the inanity
Of division and inequality.

Have no lessons been learned
From past acts of people burned?
Blood and tears seem all that’s been earned.

Classicism,
Racism,
Other types of separatism.

All such negativity
Can only create a proclivity
To increase destructivity.

Clearly, the wrong ways;
Let’s stop the craze,
Time to start a new phase.

Speak respectfully,
Have empathy,
Achieve unity . . . and the darkness will lift.