April 8, 2009
4/8/09
there is slience in the air
the tiny peanuts cannot combine any longer
they have been rained upon by expectation
the spoon wants to turn them into butterpeanut butter
it can be so wonderful, whether warm or cold
it all depends on whether you like it everyone says
its the best to have on sliced bread.. or toast
alone the peanuts whisper quietly to others like them
they tell their innermost thoughts
but let not the spoon hear anything of it or it will come with disaster
scoop them out or peel off their layers one by one
there must be nothing that changes in the world of the peanut
but the peanut wants not to be peanut butter
to live happily and combine with the jelly life expects of it
peanut butter and jelly
its so completely and utterly normal
you fixate on it and automatically assume things about it
their perfect for one another on sliced bread... or toast
so the peanuts remain silent sitting in a canon a shelf
watching the other bolder nuts dance about
flying in the air without concernhow do they do that
nuts dont flypoor little peanuts shhhhhhdon't wake the spoon
walk quietlyuntil the container lid shutssealing them inside
safelyexactly how they want to befree to roam about almost flying through the air
but without fear of falling
because peanuts know better
they are, after all, the smartest nut of all