I added,
pecans,
to my oatmeal,
this morning,
so you should know,
while I am creating
this, the taste, of pecans,
is dusting in my mouth,
left-over from the Christmas cookies,
I never baked, because I got afraid,
this if I had any more sugar in me,
they might haul me away, and
exile me to a box, padded with carpets,
where all day long, I would be reminded
that I was going crazy wondering if the finches
were singing in c or f# minor,
worrying if I judge them too much,
they'll stop coming to the bird feeder,
and then, where would I be but a lonely,
grizzled man wanting to defrost bacon in the microwave,
but forced instead to stare, day in and day out at the lines
on a computer, hoping one of the combinations, gets him into the glass ballroom
of a locker-room, where he might get a chance to whip some towel boys into the pink perfection
of his fantasy that he is constantly dreaming
about while eating the pecan that
have now thoroughly
soaked caramel into
his oatmeal,
today.
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