the sOOthing quality of Canned Noodles

spaghetti
 
I was piss-tified

a black whole

of cheeZy,

mac-erroneous assumption–

on the brink

of too many decisions
 
 
 
and with precision

I chose

the wrong course

–ate dessert first

the best course

but nothing was as uncertain

as salad, these days,

a bygone era

of iceberg wedge and predated

tomato

tomah-to

tomorrow,

a day that falls

less than Leap Year and

only contextually.

About Charron's Chatter

I bring to you an arrow, whole, Use it, or break it, But if you choose to take it --Know-- With it also, I will go. © Karen Robiscoe @1992

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