Tesco # 72 by Carla Brunch Singer
The rain won't let up, it's like a jungle
outside, a rain forest with tons of rain,
I'm at a taco shop where I bungle
the poetry writing process, my brain
putting together words and rhymes, phrases
and sentences that don't really go with
each other, it's not my fault, the day is
keeping us inside, my efforts one fifth
of what they would be if I were doing
this voluntarily, I am forcing
it, I'm bored and I think about mooning
the taqueria cashier and coursing
around the tables like a lunatic,
and contacting aliens with my Bic.
Monday Morning
I don't even remember what we had
for breakfast. I think it was a cupcake
and something with bacon that tasted bad,
it isn't clear to me why they would make
something so nasty for us to eat, like
they don't even give a shit about us,
after brunch I rode around with my bike
in the rain underneath a highway truss,
splashing water and mud over every
place, my pants, shirt, and jacket are muddy
lost in the moment in a reverie
where I was a scientist who'd study
the splashes and splatters of water and
mud, sweaty like a member of a band.
Sunday Morning
We had a vegetable omelet
a piece of toast and sausage for breakfast,
and I sorted out my outfits to get
ready for church, I took a bath as fast
as I could, lathering my body parts
and brushing my teeth all at the same time,
I play the horn for my church band, the arts
of music and melody and of rhyme
and meter are what I study, I'm not
that good at the horn, though, I'm not sure why
I'm still allowed to play in the band, fraught
by the thought that I am the worst I'll try
to practice with greater vigor until
my horn music is good enough to kill.
Lunch on 03.19.2017
For lunch at church today we had corned beef
and cabbage to celebrate St. Patrick's
Day. There was so much meat that I felt grief
for all the animals killed and for which
no death prayers were made. Their whole purpose
is to fatten up for people to eat.
If I were a cow I'd join the circus
and I'd perform each magic trick and feat
of daring with great skill and aptitude,
dancing with huge elephants and lions
and crossing wires at a high altitude,
cracking more coconuts than Hawaiians
and eating much more hay than any horse,
I'd be the most fantastic cow of course.
Dinner on 03.18.2017
For dinner we ate fried rice and a shish
kabob, skewered chicken on a bamboo
stick, it would have been nice to have had fish,
I would hop with joy like a kangaroo.
The fried rice had little pieces of hot
dogs in it, and eggs, and Chinese sausage.
I like her fried rice more often than not,
but the hot dogs put me close to the edge.
I would like to have a pot pie right now,
a gooey mass of chicken, vegetables,
and cream. How to get one I don't know how.
Eating I'd mess up the kitchen table's
cover sheet. Dinner was O.K. today,
but it wasn't nearly enough I say.
"Five Poems" by Kenneth Larot Yamat
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