Juanita: I must admit I like this poem. I think this author is at his best when he acknowledges his own absurdity and foolishness.
Jack: I wish more politicians would do the same.
Feast of WordsThere's a weirdness to the food poets eat:
many move from plate ta plate
combining foods, comparing flavors
& inventing dishes
ordinary folks kunsider effete
Indeed, most are queer in matters ah taste:
raving about cranberries in absinthe
while moving from free verse to sonnets
or digesting shaved lemon peels with garlic flakes
Forgive them if they gerp:
most have a tendency toward
which is relieved
when fresh air meets
At the banquet of poetry
the distinction between poison & food
is often hard to make
and as some gorge on sharp olives
others chew on rare implications
while most munch on scraps
so much linguistic waste!