Punt

this is a haiku how do you know it has a frog

leaping out of it Mallarme’s muzziness

used to bug me now I like it everything

is shaded by giant pines and Bobby Darin

singing “Dream Lover” as a crippled

old woman hobbles out of the drugstore

holding a broom and digs into her pocket

for her car keys she’s wearing a Seahawks

jersey and is seriously overweight but

that’s not what this is about this concerns

the composition of the universe which is

mostly dry wall and plaster a black plastic

fork on a concrete step and an armadillo

tattooed on the forearm of a blues guitarist

did you know that earthquakes taste like zucchini

if you treat them right shake it up baby

every day that there is food on the shelves

at the grocery store is a miracle I have a broken

clock keeping dead time in a pink ribbon

sauerkraut emanates folklore this is proof

of nothing comes of nothing the light

tonight is hospitable I have five hours

or more to convince you I’m dragging an eye

through a cafeteria the appeal of food

is self-explanatory the stubborn sorbet

of words carouses in England exults

in the camaraderie of the kitchen

I like books do you all the surgeons

are absorbed in thought as they bend

over the patient whose heart beats

back the night and the sunlight

at the mouth of the cave gets

brighter and brighter