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
fourW.