poetry doesn’t get much better. except for this gem, it’s one of my all time favourite poems, by Charles Simic (1938 – ) there’s nothing after the dash here in my poetry book, does that mean he’s still alive? awesome. i wonder if he will marry me? i will go immediately to the google place and look for him. i will report back on his marital status. although don’t get any funny ideas ladies. i saw him first.
The Garden of Earthly Delights – Charles Simic
Buck has a headache. Tony ate a real hot pepper. Sylvia weighs herself naked on the bathroom scale. Gary owes $800 to the Internal Revenue. Roger says poetry is the manufacture of lightning rods. Jose wants to punch his wife in the mouth. Ted’s afraid of his own shadow. Ray talks to his tomato plants. Paul wants a job in the post office selling stamps.Mary keeps smiling at herself in the mirror.
And I, I piss in the sink with a feeling of eternity.