Selected Poems
The Crate Potato race
At the top of the hill, would be philosophers
unload packages of potatoes. Unaware
of sudden weight shift of spuds sends
crates crashing to split open on the ground.
The spud spill is an unexpected start
for the 1st Annual crate potato race
Potatoes roll-rumble, stumble, fumble and tumble
like weeble-wobble horses down a sidewalk track
toward the 3rd avenue gutter and an invisible finish line.
At the first furlong
Nietzsche Murphy trapped in the back of the pack, angry at this herd mentality.
At the quarter pole
Emmanuel's Kant or Yam has reasoned himself into 3rd at the rail
By the eighth pole
Descartes Pomme de Terre thinks therefore he is in 2ndplace
Down the home stretch
Buber's Tuber trots into to I-thou place
At the wire, the winner explodes in victory
and shreds itself into the street.
But Tin Can Jones arrives just in time, catches the losers
with a borrowed US mail bin, until he has his fill, never to return.
Existentially speaking? Oh, you didn't know! It doesn't matter who won!
unload packages of potatoes. Unaware
of sudden weight shift of spuds sends
crates crashing to split open on the ground.
The spud spill is an unexpected start
for the 1st Annual crate potato race
Potatoes roll-rumble, stumble, fumble and tumble
like weeble-wobble horses down a sidewalk track
toward the 3rd avenue gutter and an invisible finish line.
At the first furlong
Nietzsche Murphy trapped in the back of the pack, angry at this herd mentality.
At the quarter pole
Emmanuel's Kant or Yam has reasoned himself into 3rd at the rail
By the eighth pole
Descartes Pomme de Terre thinks therefore he is in 2ndplace
Down the home stretch
Buber's Tuber trots into to I-thou place
At the wire, the winner explodes in victory
and shreds itself into the street.
But Tin Can Jones arrives just in time, catches the losers
with a borrowed US mail bin, until he has his fill, never to return.
Existentially speaking? Oh, you didn't know! It doesn't matter who won!
