It’s strange to watch motivation
Become inert
So many good ideas
Flushed down the toilet
Along with yesterdays dinner
It was a decent dinner
Potato Latkas and sausage
A strange combination of
Ideological culinary abandon
I could hear dead relatives
The same ones I had divorced years before
Complaining about combining
Traditional Passover food
With the flesh of a sow
I couldn’t care less
I can’t remember their faces
Let alone their names
That’s what happened
When I turned away from a part of myself
Which died in desert wanderings
Leaving me dry
It seemed the flavor of life
Had slipped out the backdoor
Heading straight for a chintzy casino
Run by Native Americans
Still looking for payback from a lifetime
Of abuse
I couldn’t abide nor condone my motivation
So I abandoned myself to nothing
I smoked the last joint
And wandered into the local sit down
Looking over the menu-a man of no concern
The special read…
“Bowl of Manna” $2.00
I ordered that and a cup of coffee
How bad could it be?
The waitress brought me a bowl
With nothing in it
I asked her where the Manna was
She explained it came from the heavens
That I would have to hold off
Until God saw fit to feed me
Considering last night’s meal
I knew it would be a long wait
So I drank the coffee
And left a five on the counter
As I walked back out into the overcast day
She asked, “You want your change?”
I said, no…
But maybe you should fire the cook
I love your post. It made me think of two experiences: one “serious” and one not.
I fired God one day, but the act was similar to a two-year-old having a temper tantrum. Declaring myself an atheist addressed my anger for all the nights I said prayers as indulgences for the souls in purgatory instead of thinking about kid stuff as I went off to sleep. But over the years, I just changed god’s job description. I enjoy a concept of god as an openness toward the universe, and how can you be cynical at a traditional Catholic funeral when you get to smell that incense?
When it comes to mixing it up culturally in the kitchen, I’m all for it. One year back in the 1970’s, everyone got a wok for the holidays. I had to defend myself at a party where I was a racial minority because I admitted to experimenting by cooking collards in it.
Ha! Collards in a wok!!! I love it!!!!!
Your thoughts about God moved me…Thanks for sharing…
Peace
Another piece of writing that made me think, while the last two lines ultimately made me laugh out loud, my friend. Cool!
Well, I guess did My job!! (LOL)
Thanks P….
I agree with Paul Russell. Knowing your skill, I knew there would be a 1-2 punch at the end and you did not disappoint. Great imageries–stark language. A slice of cold pie.
A slice of cold pie? Now that’s my kind of compliment!!!
Thanks K…..