Vader on my stove – 11/29/00

Fields in my head and jelly on my mind
I walked to the kitchen
stomach in a bind expecting to find
almost anything but Vader on my stove
Mixing the grapes, the hunger escapes
as the sullen black figure awaits
It was too late for such a scene
The butter was not even green
though dessert came in the sink
The distant battle’s Commander in Chief
could have been sitting on a leaf
but settled on the edge of white cookery

11/29/00

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