Eat the light, and or spaghetti with balls We all do the same ol same ol same. (Some dont.) Basquiat Dubbed it SAMO©. The buildings made Of bricks the poems about poetry. Viscusi said the hyphenated cant stop yapping About Nonna, gravy, the Old Country. At St. Johns Rec Center, all the fathers Are missing poems and all the poems are missing Fathers. When the sun dies, so do the birds And the trees fall fast as a butchers knife. So I dont eat food anymore, I eat light. The saying goes: you can tell a good chef By how he cooks an egg. What is the saying For poets? When Wylie Dufresne Cooks eggs, they come out cubed. When Jean-Michel paints eggs, Joes red eyes Are in the skillet. SAMO© left his darkness At the speed of light... But who is The Truth, The Light? We dont discuss these things in our family, And my mother Thinks Im perfect. Weve mastered burying The dark stuff deep inside. Mom breathes smoke To keep it at bay, I eat light, a stack of pancakes: A stack of light--coffee, juice, Gatorade: A mug, a glass, a bottle of light--spaghetti With meatballs: strings of light with ornaments of light.
Posted on: Thu, 24 Oct 2013 16:40:50 +0000
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