Wouldn’t it be funny
if The Finger had designed us
to shit just once a week?
all week long we’d get fatter
and fatter and then on Sunday morning
while everyone’s in church
ploop!
-Frank O’Hara
1959
Category Archives: poetry
someone to share my meal with
carrots and mushrooms would make this house a home,
this lettuce a salad;
peel back the onion (and see)
Guest Poet
Below is a poem by composer, percussionist, and chef, John Mehrmann. A master of voices, a lover of language and a personal friend and collaborator of mine, John is tall man from the northeast with ear for harmonizing and a tongue for gourmandizing. This poem, with its constant rhythmic meter and ever shifting accent, is as humorous as it is funny, and I chose to publish it for my eaters since I feel it embodies much of the nature of this blog. Thanks, John.
Lunch is a time
For eating a sandwich
With carrots and mushrooms and cheese.
Lunch is a time
For eating a sandwich
With green avocados and peas.
With peas, with peas!
What madness is this,
A vegetable sandwich with peas?
Lunch is a time for eating a sandwich
But leave out the peas, if you please.
Posted in poetry, sandwiches
morning of my life
Leftover coffee.
Ran out of beans, almost out.
Put the last 12 beans
in with yesterday’s
dank grounds and heated it back
up. It did the trick.
this wine tastes like church wine
It is cheap and generic and full of lies and white and kind of sweet, but ultimately very dull.
“having a coke with you”
More Frank O’Hara on why lunch and love are all a person needs:
Courtesy of TNR.
