Friday

Poetry: 100% Pure Beef (or Vice-Versa)


Someday soon, I hope to become
that soft piece of rubber
with a Taoist look
and bounce
and bounce.

I am ready to take the first bite
of my quarter-pounder
I am ready to begin.

I'll take the low, low road,
but I'll get there, to the dinner party
eventually.

I'm doing it --
I'm taking the bite
"How is it?"
"Well done."
Why, thank you.

- April 25, 1986, A.D.

Change Your Fate


It's fate, that's all --
my usual state
It has to happen
It has to hurt, too
But you can turn it around
I always do.

Why, this feels perfectly right for me
A melodrama, meant to be
You can do it, and you should --
Turn the bad around to good
Turn the arrow, facing up
The sky's the limit
Come with me.

You need some pain
Come on, don't deny it
You need some fate
Just look at me
Don't I look good in my agony?
Don't I glow against the gray?
You can do it, start today
I'll conjure pain enough
to share.

It's fate, that's all
You know, destiny
And with my help, you can have some, too
But you can turn it to good --
I always do.

- April 25, 1986, A.D.