Poem With Fried Food

This poem, a collaboration with Maureen Seaton, was first published in the online journal coconutpoetry.org. We used several techniques, such as exquisite corpse. Plus we invented our own writing games.

Neil de la Flor & Maureen Seaton

Poem With Fried Food

Canary Island, Island of Greece, handmaiden fairmaiden, scruffy godmother, where art thou (you) thou (you), feathered goose.

Byproduct of all that ever was good about St. Butterman and the fetish poet.

South Carolina has banned coupons or tampons. Texas has banned water purification. Ohio has banned toast. Someone’s missing a boot.

And are we sorry? No. And have we learned anything? No! Who woke us up this morning?

The cold front? The fat sun? Flea bite? Song: “I Just Can’t Get Enough?” “Don’t Stop til You Get Enough?” “Give Me Your Blood and That Will Be Enough?”

Blood. Sticky munchhausen.

Van Heusen: the last thing she ironed before the fist. (Feast?)