Posted in Cooking, Prose, Relationships

A Craving for Radishes

Waking up and drooling

not a pretty sight, but not over women,

absent, but for want of something,

even more tasty,


My last love thought me too obsessive,

Kale fixation, or Lentil madness, but then

then it went way wrong,

way, way wrong


No one in their right mind, craves Radishes?


I thought we knew each other,

our  wants, and needs,

the ability to please one another, but she

refused to cross the line of vegetable cravings,

she and 1000 other women, who have misunderstood,


Women who have demanded total fidelity,

to one type of Brassica,


Just not Radishes

and just not me….


Dreaming on….of my Radish women….



My profile might reflect who I am, what I think and why I write what I do. My profile might just reveal the inner workings of a deranged mind, a helpless soul, and a self-destructive way of living. Don't worry. I'm OK. I've just lost sight of my little sister in the evening clouds....

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