Poor-Man's Lunch

By Kristof Gregor

A baguette or a bread

   Filled with ham and cheese and

Sauce

Bite down the dry parts

   They just don't measure

All you need is the sour-sweet

Pleasure and thrill

I would throw all but that

   Did I not need

The empty calories

The bus-rides and concrete

Umbrellas and eyelids

   Poor-man's defense

Just a taste please

   You know which one

Names with feelings

   They make it sufferable

Home to a house

   Love to sex

And sex to lying 

   In another's bed

Lying about feeling

   Loneliness

Poor-man's distress

   I don't like

I love

   To name the empty

Bed to a frame,

   A mattress and sheets

So lying down can't be bad

   In a bed, not in solitude

Fun to a transaction

   I'm no whore

   Not for a basic need 

Just vain, no more

Living to vanity

Patience to virginity

Unique to an idiot

Jesus to a common god

Lessons to regrets

Freedom to money and

Names to words 

Butter on a bread

Sauce in a baguette

Black tea, milk and honey 

By Kristof Gregor