Monday, January 05, 2009

Bacon: an ode


A single slice still
on the serving plate too late I realize
I failed to savor what I already ate

and now am carried away by visions
of delectable crispy flesh
slowly melting on my tongue
guilty ecstasy of clogged arteries
nevertheless keeping me young
alive with sublimely smoky succulence
every tomato more exquisitely tangy
every avocado more silken smooth
even alone you are more than enough for me

alas it was not to be too late
white flash of empty plate rouses me
from unrequited reverie

for while I dreamed, he schemed.


I haven't written any poetry for a long, long time. But I was inspired by my friend No Cool Story, who has heretofore been my supplier of virtual bacony goodness, and who recently announced her retirement from said virtual bacon. Thanks for the memories, NCS. (Don't worry, I still love you; you brought back my muse!)

6 comments:

Jean Knee said...

what a lovely, bacony poem

Julie C said...

I am starting to feel like the dog in the Beggin' Bits commercial ... Bacon? Bacon?!? BACONBACONBACON!!!!

No Cool Story said...

:') So accurate and beautiful.

Waaaaah. You are so loved bacon. You'll always be in my heart.

CJ, the Purple Diva said...

I'm here from NCS because I saw your comment with the link to your post!
Great Bacon love! I baconed it! ♥

chckkysmile said...

Love it!!
When I was vegetarian my one weakness was always breakfast meat.

...deb said...

Love your poem - your ode, and the next day's dinner, too.

Bacon. One of the impediments to me becoming a vegitarian.