What do you Call Bread that isn't Quite Toast?

What do you call bread

that isn’t quite toast?

Peculiar the question

begs the answer you receive

like the tick of a timer

unsure of itself.

A Loud, Timely—Pop

submits to the call.

Revolution! the coils cry

inviting appendages

to grasp

without resubmission.

What do you call bread

that isn’t quite toast?

Do you perceive it with

Fear?  Misunderstanding?

Or do you love the difference

the most?

One more click of the handle

and the humid piece plunges

to be dried

and broken

Burnt.

Have You Ever Listened to a Cloud Pass By?

Have you ever listened

to a cloud pass by?

The noise unmistakably familiar

but distant in return.

Fingertips close in reach

speculating: texture, consistency

longing but never touching

Each cloud

Unique, different

like one’s soul passed by

Few have experienced

attainment and connection

Yet even fewer

can explain it’s splendor.

A memory never

Shaken or forgot

Only to surprise your

fingertips like the adhesive

quality of gorilla glue.

The cloud’s shape

changing with each gust,

reminding your senses,

challenging the contour of your silhouette.

To acknowledge

a shapeful yet shapeless existence

is like grasping

the reality before you.

Wrote in LAX

August 1, 2011

6:10pm