by Jerry Ratch
A novel is an idea that has
Survived many severe beatings
While a poem is a homely thing that was
Never even asked to the dance
Art Speak, however, is the art of
Systematically overstating and
Re-inventing the Obvious to the point of
Distraction, or extinction. Or annoyance
I know this because I was giving a speech
At the Centre for Cultural Sled-Dogs in Paris
When I spotted the mother of all Cheerios
Sticking to the floor
I had to pause, undecided
Whether or not to pounce
I was so hungry for life
But I didn't want to give up the podium
It had been so long since a poet
Was invited to speak. Still, that mega-Cheerio
Was calling out my name: Starving Poet
O Starving Poet
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This one dances, Jerry. Made me chuckle, too.
Cherry-O. But I'm still hungry.*
Love it all, but especially that opening stanza *
Laughed & laughed! Some fine surreal images, my fav: "At the Centre for Cultural Sled-Dogs in Paris." But then hard to beat that floor-stuck "mother of all Cheerios" as well.