Christopher Mulrooney
Poems by Christopher Mulrooney
standing at the salad bar
give me the rhubarb on a round plate
not the intimate kind the hard
you can bounce off walls and still
eat lettuce off of with curlicues
of fringe and carrots and kidney beans
with a choice of dressings and nuts and all
tubs and tubs and tubs and tubs of it
souvenir of Florence
at the tea roast ducklings were served
with peas and scrod and puddings galore
among the silverware and Paul Reveres and linen
Irish linen Chantilly lace and cream
liqueurs and candles greens and occasional flowers etc.
we had snapshots made and everybody looked beastly
tuchas offen tisch
we were served raspberries peeking
out atop our Sno Balls
it was very difficult to resist
laughing aloud
the unpossessed
writhing in the cucumber
of corollary pain
like sunlight
kept for a wintry day
in a book
on the children's shelf
in a library
query
the thumb-twiddler
at the fiddler
answers my question
what did music ever do to her
Christopher Mulrooney has written poems in Beeswax, Vanitas, Guernica, echolocation, The Delinquent and
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