memorial for a brilliant woman

Tuesday, November 15, 2005

stupid people

swirl my skirts with farts,
stinky consonants, vaudeville
fat men doing spit takes-

at least those guys were funny,
bringing out rolling chuckles
from shopgirls and tailors,

whole audiences held up
in matinee splendor, shoddy
pleasure, shooters and spuds.

No one caught meetings,
over-thought; it was “sink or swim,
bud, you better make ‘em laugh”

Pudding gives proof, blood speaks
simple: life is pain until you die-
enjoy the dancing bear before he eats you.

3 comments:

androla said...

ha! that first stanza is enormous! good poem.

T.S. said...

After my third read, I realize I take something new away from it every time. That's what poetry should do.

Thanks for this great tribute to what comedy should be.

wickedpen said...

Hey---
great poem here, and good to hear from you...

Kristy