Best Laid Plans

And I tapped out
My lonely tune
Manic & lovely

Like a chef’s knife
Chopping parsley
On a cold flat board

And my fan was a hero
As I slapped it into submission
Whirring too proud

And every mouthful
Was more than a liar
I cynical nonetheless

And fires burned
Far away from me
Except my trusty oven

Crumbs fall & hide
Am I that scary?
Gathering some of them in

Unsweeping them
From under whose carpet
A little for the birds

They peck & call
In fleeting innocence
And I play favourites