I
What am I, chopped liver?
Can someone explain
How I, being overlooked,
Ignored,
Become a savory dish
Whose taste, enhanced by crumbled
Egg, a bit of onion,
Held together
By gobs of golden schmaltz,
Is, despite clogged arteries,
Never, ever ignored?
Marvin Klotz (3/25/08)
II
Well, I’ll be a monkey’s uncle!
Some things amaze—
Thrust you among
Twisted corridors,
Wide-eyed, concerned,
Because beyond the next bend
You’ll meet the minotaur.
Some things astonish—
Stun pliant flesh
To stone—
Petrified by wonder.
But how can curious sound
Or sight,
Adapt a blameless simian
Into my niece?
Marvin Klotz (3/27/08)
III
Peachy / Honey
Adjectives get the job done—
She’s neat!
And irony still works—
He’s bad!
Sure, honey’s sweet—
But also (face it!),
However golden,
Gooey bee spit.
And how does a hairy
Bulbous fruit,
However ripe,
That Prufock dare not eat
(Gawd, the dribbling juice!),
Include, among its nutrients,
Such rapturous praise?
Honey, you’re a peach!
(3/29/08)