Lasagne

Me , in this sloppy jumper
not doing haute couture,
jeans, well they hang on my
hips creating that bagginess
on the knees.
I have an outfit with tags on
hanging in the wardrobe
and the roof of my car
needs some fungicide
sprayed on it.
I've been trying, crying
the patience of some god somewhere.

Two lasagne's made, a baguette
wine in the fridge
I'm picking, waiting for the plane
to land, sanding my knees
on the floor as I flick
chicory sticks, and pine
and I have a lemon infuser.

My jumper has holes in it
it is meant to, I wore my sons
checkered holey socks
but my feet are still cold.

I filled up the car, took back the trousers,
spent time in a market buying
ingredients, only to go out three more
times for the things I forgot,
like pasta for a lasagne
and paying a surcharge on a card
leaving a poor young postmas
slightly dumbstruck on the doorstep.

Ghosts, knock sticks on the floor,
I wear disreptuble trousers
that bag around the knees.




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Written on 2015-01-06 at 20:17

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Lawrence Beck The PoetBay support member heart!
What an amusing poem! I'm not sure where it went, but I enjoyed wandering around with it. Darn those ghosts.
2015-01-08


Rob Graber
Enjoyed picturing this!
2015-01-07



It sounds to me like you are waiting for someone very special to put on that outfit that's hanging in the closet, and with whom to share that lovely lasagna and red wine, and a baguette!! Yes, anxiety can cause a little forgetfulness, such as forgetting the pasta and certainly forgetting to pay a bill, but I think something much more important is in your mind ... and I would say, it's worth forgetting a few details. What a wonderfully visual and gastronomically exciting poem! Love this scene.
2015-01-06



I always forget things when I go shopping; even if I make a list, I either forget the list or forget to write things on the list that should have been there. I guess I just don't really like to shop.

Very nice poem with your usual flair and meticulous composition. Hope the lasagna came out great.
2015-01-06


jim The PoetBay support member heart!
Thank you, Elle. And here we are, a year later, and I'm still cutting wood and you're still in the kitchen (how could you forget the pasta?). After spending a great deal of time in Los Angeles, and hobnobbing with the rich and famous, I think you'd be surprised how baggy jeans and sloppy jumpers are quite the rage. Though, perhaps not in Belgravia.

Cheers,
jim
2015-01-06