William Wright Harris

In almost every kitchen there are poems.
Not the traditional sonnets of Keats nor Petrarch.
The odes of Wordsworth and Neruda,
the haiku of Basho and Kerouac absent as well.
Instead there are signs, magnets reading:
     All unsupervised children will be sold into the circus
     All children will be given sugar and a free puppy
     Beware of dog
     Beware of God
     WARNING! Trespassers will be shot. Survivors will be shot again
     Beware of dragons; for you are crunchy and good with ketchup
     Here’s to living single, seeing double and drinking triple
     If Mama ain’t happy ain’t nobody happy
     The Kanji for “Rice” (the owner thought it meant “Home,” the two
          look literally nothing alike)
     Erinn go bragh
     GO VOLS

     The best things in life aren’t things.


©2012 This work is the property of the author.


Posted on February 13, 2012, in POETRY, William Wright Harris. Bookmark the permalink. 1 Comment.

  1. What better way to start off a week than with a witty and charming poem about a kitchen, that entry point into the week. What’s more it’s by a poet new to MM, William Wright Harris. More of his work to come.

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