Bacon Poetry by Matt Barnard

Maybe it was boredom. Maybe it is pure devotion. Maybe is olfactories picked up a soft wafting scent of the meat candy that triggered a spark of creativity.

hahahhaa...

Whatever it is, my co-worker, aka creator of webisodes "Spin The Bottle" sent me bacon poetry.

Here they are:


Poem #1

Roses are red

Bacon is too

Flowers are pretty

But Bacon, you can chew.

Poem #2

Ode to Bacon –

Ode to Bacon by Matt –

Roses are red

Carnations are sweet

I’d find some way to eat bacon

Even if I had no hands and no feet.

I love bacon

And bacon loves me

If I could, I’d eat I daily

For breakfast and lunch and dinner too

I’d eat it and maybe I’d share some with you

Because all should try bacon

And love it like me

On the meat hierarchy –

It is top pedigree

A day without bacon is always a waste

Oh how I crave that sweet salty taste

So, sizzle up a slice whenever you can

Because eating bacon should always be a part of your plan

Catch Matt's show "Spin the Bottle" TV on youtube.com!

Each year, i try to do the 30/30 poems in april, for National Poetry Month.

and each year, i come up short.

but each year, i keep trying...


"the folds that holds"
4/1/2010

In every crease i press
with thumb along table
i keep a prayer for you

the kind of prayers not meant
to be buried in Venice Beach sands
hoping that the rain wills it to grow

not the kind of prayers released
in conversations that i have with myself
and carried by intruding breezes thru the window

these prayers are tucked safely
in each fold of cherry blossom origami paper
snugged by the hugs in the paper

hidden away so you can't find them
until my crane is made
and is ready to take flight again