Five Fortune Cookie Poem

In music one must think with his heart and feel with
his brain
Patience is bitter but its fruit
is sweet
People make plans fate makes the
plan successful
At the touch of love everyone becomes
a poet
You will be hungry again in
one hour

Bitter

I might puke
The cellular wobble of panic leaves sweat
on my brow
The pile of stones I swallowed
as you spoon-fed them to me
won't pass either way - I know this

My eyes are bone
Every muscle contracts around bitterness
bile that boils instead of blood
Heart draped in stillness, furious lungs
I am both peeled and armored, all Achilles - I know this

Love is a duet
Hate, a monumental solo act