NO MESSIAH FOR YOU
The world is full of Soup Nazis trust me
Yesterday we lunched at a place where:
All You Can Eat meant All We Say You
Can Eat If you left food on your plate
they charged 1$ per morsel
So you don’t waste crude woman with
yellow pallor informed And NO you cannot
take said morsels home Is this even legal?
Forlorn & certain of poisoning we tossed and
turned into the early hours
Today I arrive at chilly-café where words are
forced daily from cells of brain A woman
goose-steps toward me CLOSED FOR THE DAY
She bites me on left arm A cross between Mussolini
& Rhea Perlman Slash for mouth No soul No charm
I make a beeline for the bar across the street It is
closed We’ll let you in but only if you’ll watch tv
There’s a release to be signed and a strip search
Is this day getting better or worse?
On the way home I park my stubby little car in a teeny
tiny spot & yes I barely bump the Van behind me
A man emerges after a while No smile He begins
examining his bumper with urgency I step out smartly
as food poisoning kicks in & I vomit all over him
Returning home there is a thin legged spider in the drain 17
minutes of battle until vivisection reigns I lay weary bitten
on the floor Only to learn much later that in the tussle
the chain about my left ankle is no more –
We are at home and warm as if we had escaped
the gaping jaws (Robert Lowell Christmas)
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“Um, excuse me, I – I think you forgot my bread.”
“Bread, two dollars extra.”
“Two dollars? But everyone in front of me got free bread.”
“You want bread?”
“Yes, please.”
“Three dollars!”
“What?”
“No soup for you!”
(George and the Soup Nazi, in “The Soup Nazi”
Seinfeld episode 116)
SPRING 2014
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