Monday, April 27, 2009

Dear Poet, Please Consider These Peanuts.


why are all of your poems about death?
even your poems about sex
are about death.
and so are your poems of longing
and the universe and youth. Death
follows your verse like pigpen’s dust cloud.
you carry death around like linus’s wubby.
you pounce on it’s keys like Schroeder’s piano.
poems about bright red yo-yos that go up
and down on a snowy white string
evade you like the football that Lucy pulls away
from Charlie Brown in the last second.
i can see death has even gotten into this poem.
he is in the room with me now, picking at his
tooth with a long bony finger.
he’s saying something to me now,
but I can’t understand him
through his warbly and distorted adult voice.

from Mule & Horse.

7 comments:

Lodo Grdzak said...

Wrprwwprrpwprw.

Spencer Troxell said...

ha ha ha!

Willie Y said...

I don't know if you had heard, but Charlie Brown passed on. It was a very tragic accident. Lucy, a friend, was playing with a football and as Charlie Brown watched, Lucy holds the football as if waiting for someone to kick it. Charlie Brown begins to sneak towards the ball, and just as he's about to kick it, she pulls the ball away causing Charlie Brown to falls very hard on his back severing his spinal cord.

Spencer Troxell said...

That's terrible news! Good Grief!

GbiZ said...

Lodo beat me to the adult voice.

Nice poem.

That picture is awesome.

Spencer Troxell said...

You have to get up pretty early to beat Lodo to the zinger.

Lodo Grdzak said...

Ha!