Stealing from the Masters
Quite uncharacteristically, another poetic snack before I go to my not-at-all-poetic job.
Nutritious Sound-Meaning Constructs
Disclaimer: I have stolen the title of this poem from Bob Holman’s “Disclaimer”
I like this conception:
poetry as food.
I suppose we can all look
back to our English classes
and consider the meat loaf of Shakespeare,
the pot roasts of Longfellow and Frost,
haiku swallowed in one bite, like sushi.We can all remember our verses,
tortured out to complete assignments,
and figure we’ll have to order a pizza,
or a Bukowski.While I might want to be
the sweet liqueur of a Neruda,
I can rest content
with being a candy heart:
a quick sensation of sweet,
then forgotten.