Playing With My Food ~
A journal about food, thought, travel, and life; by Chef & Raconteur Chaz French.

After Gertrude

Is it? Was it?
Could it be?
Bliss,
rapture,
joy,
toys, child, man,
death cares not.

I just got,
got good,
got together,
forever,
eternity,
love’s prison cell,
death sentence, marriage vows,
In the halls of just us

ball and chain
forced labor,
children,
out of sight in the dark
under sheets and in-between.

School work,
business work,
relationship work,
Where’s you?
Where’s me?
Wears out.

Broken vows, slaughtered cows,
in the silence left to bleed,
draw a bath,
draw a breath,
draw a picture
draw your blood.

a slit wrist, a clenched fist,
brings us to a close.
Open the fist, throw the dirt,
cover the coffin.
Hide the tears from a child’s eye
be a man and carry on.

Bliss,
rapture,
joy,
toys, child, man,
Is it? Was it?
Could it be?