Three Anthropomorphic Dinner Poems


 
1.
 
Merci and good luck to us
is the bon voyage of modern
times, it buzzes oddly in
the pocket, or next to them
in bed, early humans of
our time
 
2.
 
I thought you were
a different kind of man
your skeleton is not a movie
projector why do you require
stories with wild players
enjambed inflection points and
punchlines, to glow
 
3.  
 
Maybe if in the time
it takes this already hot
water to boil, I can
write a poem read a book
draw a picture keep my mind
attuned to the grumbling
humming buzzing tweeting whispering
whistling whiskering fissuring
startling crumbling drumming
fuzzy fleeting glistening
thickening bickering listening
departing snowballing fumbling whooshing
loosening helplessly melting sheltering
sweltering spiraling drunk-dialing
stoned-smiling beguiling achy
festering growing snowing wintering
all-knowing splintering mystifying multiplying
lying truth-telling sleep-selling belly-filling
numbing swilling humming buzzing grumbling
repeating uh what was I talk aboutening
yowl enough to recharge the love it
has for life, this will be the
tastiest mush I’ve cooked in weeks. 
 

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