Tuesday, February 19, 2013

Poetry Burrito



Thirty people chew
On catered trays of lunch
Before they even open their mouths

Polite closed mouths
Move from side to side
Move up and down

Eyes open wide
Make contact
Say, Hello

Ordered in a circle
They finally speak
Hands wet with nervous sweat
Hands wet with name brand mayonnaise

Having put their sandwiches down
Having pushed aside their bowls
Cheeks red like those of a clown
They rhyme, rhyme aloud of souls

Every moment is a poem
When written down
Just a passing instance
When left alone to die — discuss

They put the corpse upon the table
Picking apart the turn of a phrase
Dissecting stanzas in a poem
Cutting with scalpels in search of its soul

Sorting their refuse
Paper plates go here
Empty cans of pop go there
Organic waste in the middle hole
The herd files out under the red glow of EXIT



10 comments:

  1. Amigo - Loved the action and the description in this. The picture made my stomach growl. Great poem my friend.

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  2. very cool...love me a poetry burrito...it's tasty and nurturing...ha...but honestly...the pic distracted me as i fell in love with burritos when i was in california...there was this shrimps burrito in a side street place on the way to san diego...dang it...you don't get them here...and i'm hungry now...

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  3. Fantastic...loved the descriptions, the imagery, is it wrong my tastebuds want to eat poetry...just about time for supper here ;)

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  4. oh nice...this is top notch stuff...i love messing with the bodies and slaughtering a good poem to make it a great one...there is poetry in the everyday moments...ready to be mined...i could eat a burrito and slaughter a few...smiles.

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  5. Nice...love poetry burrito ;) yum!

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  6. So many ingredients, and so tasty...!

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  7. Every moment is a poem
    When written down
    Just a passing instance


    I love it!

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  8. Oh oh...I think I'm trapped in a nightmare of long forgotten business lunches...

    But I loved the poem!

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  9. Poetry for lunch...I love the thought of a versed buffet...Mine might be more of a sacked lunch..Great poem!

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  10. Excellent use of metaphor here, Mark. A very enjoyable read.

    Pamela

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