it isn't quite the secret
to feeding many folk -
we're not talking peanuts
and it isn't quite the joke,
'cause some'll say they're fasting,
others will often share,
so there is no typecasting
when pantry may be bare;
secret to feeding many,
i'm ashamed to say,
on very little penny,
is to cook in the worst way

individualists, freaks,
eccentric, ******, oddball,
offbeat, loser, not in clique,
we must be outsiders all

birthday candles blaze
before you and someone asks,
do you still stay mum?

does telling goals trick
the unconscious to believe
it's already done?

are there flower signs
to tell the bees another
has already come?

bruised moon overhangs
to remind me that the world
can be violent

fire licks spiral and
dance, throwing goodbye kisses
to the nearby trees

desire is not a spark,
an ember or a flame
it's a bleak and sometimes
unbearable cold

since desire cannot be
quenched or suffocated,
by food, sleep, ***, being
or success, desire can only
warm, if just briefly

slow: gesture
caution: hint
wrong way: signal
detour: flag
poison
emergency exit