Culling more old journals, lovely lurkers, and I came across this Q&A poem and this acrostic that Jack Collom and I wrote together back in April 2001, when I had the great honor to be his apprentice/assistant for teaching poetry to my Mom’s 3/4th grade class. This was not done in class, but at a coffee shop after one of our sessions together. Again, it’s long enough ago that other than a phrase here and there, I don’t remember which lines were mine, which his.
Q: One lump or two?
A: Just one big one’ll about cover it
Q: Who’s the boss?
A: That guy with the ears.
Q: Or is he?
A: Well, he just flapped outta here. Now what?
Q: Yeah, now what?
A: Okay, okay, um… why don’t we get the committee on that?
Q: Did that count as a question?
A: Just as sure as it rains little tin goslings.
Q: Okay, let’s get serious. Where are we?
A: With the pelicans, of course. An interplanetary time vortex. But the real question is,
Q: How do we get out of here?
A: Play like a dead fish and let Pelican Transport take over — we’ll all get lumped in together.
T ry to be kind to me, dear, or I’ll shoot you with my cold .41–
W hoa, man, can you stop for a minute? If you shoot me my life is done.
O h shit, but a new song starts in three minutes.
T oo bad, Dude Ranch, you knew the job was dangerous.
(R umble rumble)… I’m trying to start up my Rolls Royce SUV.
A w crap, not you too! Here, let me get out the
C rank: (rrrrrr… phut phut…) Whoosh! Hey, what’s that big bump in the road,
K ilimanjaro? Holy Hornets! It can’t be! Turn left, no, right, no…
(S mash crash tinkle) — This is no time or place for a tinkle. Now look what you’ve done…