11-15-2025, 05:23 AM
The anguished cook
Anxiously, he looked at,
Garlic.
The angsty anger of a vampire.
The tongs are his defense.
His mind is his offense.
You are what you eat,
But dying of hunger?
Or
Dying by the cook's hands?
He is the cook.
Or at least was,
For the clove hit his hand.
In the end,
He couldn't stand.
Anxiously, he looked at,
Garlic.
The angsty anger of a vampire.
The tongs are his defense.
His mind is his offense.
You are what you eat,
But dying of hunger?
Or
Dying by the cook's hands?
He is the cook.
Or at least was,
For the clove hit his hand.
In the end,
He couldn't stand.
I know that rhyme, rhythm, and meter are not academically standardized.
I am well aware of that, yet I primarily do free verse, and it's based on instinctual writing.
I try to avoid academic language or structure. My poems are not meant to convey a single answer.
I try to convey the unknown through minimalism, mostly dense short stanzas with many line breaks.
If you'd give a critique, please keep this in mind.
I am well aware of that, yet I primarily do free verse, and it's based on instinctual writing.
I try to avoid academic language or structure. My poems are not meant to convey a single answer.
I try to convey the unknown through minimalism, mostly dense short stanzas with many line breaks.
If you'd give a critique, please keep this in mind.