Banana Cake
Golden medallions originating from the tropics
clustered into a stacked culinary creation.
I call these fine slices my mansions
creamy and velvety puffs the arches
their support a necessity to the piece.
To the plate, to my mouth
with might fork-fulls
and impressive swigs
to wash down the pink dolops
and the captivating nostalgia.
Such a magnificent delicacy awaits
in the moment, seductively
they summon us all to gather
at the table on a momentous day
like singing birds summoning mates.
Yet this delicacy
means more to me
than it does to anyone.
Only those who
share family relation
know the importance of
this creation. Tis created
for my mother. For tradition
has stuck through the ages
and such a savory tradition
comes around once a year.
“Ode à l'ère Romantique”
Impromptu, how my heart skips beats for you
Your crevasses dynamique- volatile.
Speckled white dark night, the stars grand études
Nightingales sing nocturnes on a lone isle.
Polyphonique harmonieux- tacit act
Every organ in her body knows that
Mélodie pulsates through her golden veins
Bleeding fragile romance through bleeding brains.
Rose petal teardrops on ivory helm
A vessel maneuvered by an upright
Through crescendoing waves, chercher l'amour
Upon this vibrant speckled white dark night.
Je pense, donc je suis, an era’s remnant,
Dark blue brush strokes show eternal torment.
“Tell the Cartographer”
Tell the cartographer- map out my heart
Mistakes are intolerable, so be clear
Flawless ventricular geography
Cardiac topography, life so peer.
Place this pleasant sonnet in the center
For my love of literature and word
Frame my passion for song and melody
For a melancholy tune I once heard.
Shape the dips near the right ventricle
That’s where my heart skips a beat for my girl
And when the finishing touches are etched
Accentuate where my emotions swirl.
Geodesy to map my fragile heart
Grand mathematical angular art.
“My Condolences”
My condolences, sir
I am deeply saddened
By your loss.
My apologies, sir
For arriving in
A bloodied shirt
to your funeral.
It is 10:30
The Halloween party
Starts at 11:00.
To read more of Alan's work, click here.
Golden medallions originating from the tropics
clustered into a stacked culinary creation.
I call these fine slices my mansions
creamy and velvety puffs the arches
their support a necessity to the piece.
To the plate, to my mouth
with might fork-fulls
and impressive swigs
to wash down the pink dolops
and the captivating nostalgia.
Such a magnificent delicacy awaits
in the moment, seductively
they summon us all to gather
at the table on a momentous day
like singing birds summoning mates.
Yet this delicacy
means more to me
than it does to anyone.
Only those who
share family relation
know the importance of
this creation. Tis created
for my mother. For tradition
has stuck through the ages
and such a savory tradition
comes around once a year.
“Ode à l'ère Romantique”
Impromptu, how my heart skips beats for you
Your crevasses dynamique- volatile.
Speckled white dark night, the stars grand études
Nightingales sing nocturnes on a lone isle.
Polyphonique harmonieux- tacit act
Every organ in her body knows that
Mélodie pulsates through her golden veins
Bleeding fragile romance through bleeding brains.
Rose petal teardrops on ivory helm
A vessel maneuvered by an upright
Through crescendoing waves, chercher l'amour
Upon this vibrant speckled white dark night.
Je pense, donc je suis, an era’s remnant,
Dark blue brush strokes show eternal torment.
“Tell the Cartographer”
Tell the cartographer- map out my heart
Mistakes are intolerable, so be clear
Flawless ventricular geography
Cardiac topography, life so peer.
Place this pleasant sonnet in the center
For my love of literature and word
Frame my passion for song and melody
For a melancholy tune I once heard.
Shape the dips near the right ventricle
That’s where my heart skips a beat for my girl
And when the finishing touches are etched
Accentuate where my emotions swirl.
Geodesy to map my fragile heart
Grand mathematical angular art.
“My Condolences”
My condolences, sir
I am deeply saddened
By your loss.
My apologies, sir
For arriving in
A bloodied shirt
to your funeral.
It is 10:30
The Halloween party
Starts at 11:00.
To read more of Alan's work, click here.