[lit-ideas] THANKSGIVING POEM
- From: "Mike Geary" <atlas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- To: <lit-ideas@xxxxxxxxxxxxx>
- Date: Thu, 24 Nov 2005 12:56:48 -0600
SMIRKY TURKEYS DESERVE TO DIE
In a hurly-burly river where salamanders slither
where gar there are and lightning-like
the fast bass strike --
silver flash,
big fish, little fish,
all is dish.
Splash.
Life is strife, ask any wife.
Ask those who toil,
who moil in the muck,
foil to the royal, they'll tell you:
you are you
by luck of fuck.
So, as design, I find
it lacks intelligence.
How odd that God could not imagine
a world where ladies and gents
don't take it on the chin.
What a sin.
But that's OK,
it's Thanksgiving Day,
Fifty-eight degrees Fahrenheit,
bright and breezy, just right for a kite.
A man is walking the walk,
a car horn honks -- a bird squawks,
the leaves that are left on trees bereft
shimmy like the shine of rhinestones,
how lovely is life.
"All is chance."
My cat looks askance at me.
What does she care
how the food got there?
Or I? For that matter.
I didn't invent the universe.
Is is what is.
Is is the cat on the mat.
The final reality, the totality,
I thank the turkey though the reasons are murky
for this celebration,
Still and all, turkey
is better than beef jerky,
so thank you, Lord.
Mike Geary
Memphis
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