Two Poems by Lou Faber
Aug 20th, 2019 | By Defenestration
Each year
in Pamplona
the bulls begin
their slow descent
down the narrow streets
gaining speed
Each year
in Pamplona
the bulls begin
their slow descent
down the narrow streets
gaining speed
Had you a larger fleshy part
This pond would be my shopping cart.
I’d quit my job and live in ease
While I collected recipes.
I’d file them, and my list would span
From Bobby Flay to Jacques Pepin:
Exotic, simple, locavore
Thai, French, fresh, fusion, thermidor.
An average dude with saxophone
can make a whole room swoon,
sadly this is not the case
for same dude with bassoon.
I had my caricature drawn at the theme park once
and the artist—sixteen, seventeen, maybe—
hands me back this sketch of Charlie Brown.
Turning from the window, Gerald made as if to sneeze.
“Who’s allergies are these?” Ava snapped,
repenting only her apostrophe.