One more and then I'll quit unless I find my chicken-crossing-the-road poem. But not to worry, I am not looking too hard.
I have to say these were fun to read and a bright beginning for the year. Don't know if I have a favorite yet but I do like the goofy silliness of "Emperor of Birthday Cake."
A Howler
Allen Ginsberg’s take on ”Going to Extremes” by Richard Armour
I saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by the yearning for ketchup, starving, frustrated,
dragging themselves through suburban kitchens looking for a fix of red,
angry hamburger lovers burning for that old Heinz magic.
I’m with you on the patio where the grill spatters and the hamburger wails for embellishment.
I’m with you on the patio in my dreams I am dripping from a sudden explosion
of that controlled substance that Ronald Reagan called a vegetable.
Going to Extremes
Shake and shake
The catsup bottle.
None’ll come
And then a lot’ll.
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