POEM - Hard-Boiled

Crack!

The porcelain shell forms fissures

Surface tension broken, distractedly

I roll the oblong orb around my desk

Midway through recalling

The conversation I had just had

With myself

Planning my culinary day

“The eggs will be saved for lunch,

                Cut up in chicken broth for soup.”

I forgot because I picked up the blanched stone

Cool and comfortable

Crack!

There is nothing like the satisfaction

Of a perfectly boiled egg

Tempered in the rolling water

Where the shell almost leaps away

At the slightest provocation

Leaving the soft cloud white ball

That embraces the golden treasure

Crack!

Forgive me

For my premature advances

You thought you had time

To relax in the refrigerator compartment

Before being ejected

Noisily

From your perfect womb

I just love your sound

Crack!

POEM - Roach Space

A hole has formed

In the hermetic seal

This modern office boasts

And the cockroaches have noticed

All the way up they climb

To the second floor

Just to make a point

And on three consecutive days

The hallway has been accented

By the lone kamikaze

The message in sacrificial form

Reminding all of the voracity

Each and every element

Of the collective infestation

Possesses

We are not born to conquer

There is no permanence in humanity

We are born as squatters

Our space on loan

A temporary condition

As the architecture crumbles

Weeds and vines engulf

Always lurking and scurrying

Just under the exterior

Are the walls filled to bursting

With roaches bent on domination

Imbued with the patient knowledge

They are indestructible and un-vanquish-able

Like Time

Or an Hydra