Lunch’s Labour’s Lost

I work from home a lot, wasting away.

Needing sustenance but still stuck, hungry.

My available options are not good.

A bag of broccoli, a raw, red pep-

per, half a cup of lemon yogurt, and

some squares of rich dark chocolate, to taste.

A month ago I ate a tin of fish

sardines by themselves nothing else, the can

was buried in the back of the pantry.

Writing in iambic pentameter

is a real pain in—three more syllables.

Bach’s Lunch

I have an idea. For a lunch place. Called Bach’s Lunch. Where you grab fruits and vegetables and half-sandwiches, a bag of chips, a beverage and put it in a box and go. It’s relatively healthy, moderately affordable and occasionally friendly. A real classical joint (that’s the slogan). We’ll franchise it, and such. The music pumped through the speakers is all Brahms.