Frustrated

[vagabond]

 
 
 
The smell of save for later
hard boiled eggs         the eggs made hungry, yet the subject has to eat something else, chicken wings, wanted yesterday, but not anymore.. guesses about metaphors, that are not quite clear to me. especially what is the quality that makes those eggs worth saving?
throughout the house
made me hungry
so I downed
a glass of water instead,
knowing full well
those chicken fingers
breaded in Southern Biscuit Flour   somehow I think of “killed” instead of “breaded” (just me)
made late yesterday
awaited chilled and firm.

Our smiles are different.
I couldn't tell if his meant                  I think the poem would be more powerful if you switched from third person to second when talking about “him”.
he liked it when the anvil fell
on my skull yesterday                
or he's remembering last week:
still able to tap into my
let-me-please-you programming
by winning a coaxing,
my tipping up just a half
of his very cold,
Founder's Dirty Bastard.     a stanza full of disappointment, I don´t quite understand. maybe cause I don´t grasp “tipping up” and the anvil on the skull enough.

Maybe he's won some sort of contest              not clear to me which “contest”
in that land where I once danced the border                  ah.. two different lands that won´t combine..
as a coin-fringed gypsy,
but it could be
he's getting ready to leave for the day,
thinking he's made another new friend
who likes to take his money,

but I won't kill his innocence         I think  “ignorance” instead of “innocence” wanted to be written there (since guy didn´t fulfil criteria of innocence before)
by telling him
one termite, over time,                        termite.. nice metaphor
can devour an entire love shack.        would erase the word "love" here, cause shack is (intentionally or not) very similar to another word that comes in mind  and it would suit the meaning (in my stupid view)

good theme, the poem leaves me with questions, but all right that´s the purpose i guess.