It was never exactly pinpointed
for only the African Crowned Eagles knew of the twisting paths
to its misplaced place.
In that crystalline chamber, upon that gold dusted floor
were found much thumbed volumes of all Nietzsche’s
works,
a penguin in a glass bell,
a twig cut from the tree of Life one million years from now'
A windblown leaf but only the wind that blew it.
a silver cuspidor, a ancient helmet made of Pittsburgh steel,
a Neolithic moonshine still,
a copy of the illustrated Karma Sutra,
several debunked words of wisdom from Aristotle,
an Olmec Letter Opener.
and a stuffed tufted rat.
The find has been carefully transported to the Smithsonian
where neuroscientists are trying
to solder together all these missing links.
The NYT has declared these odd finds
to be ‘Russian disinformation,’
but ‘Bokonon’ the mythical poet-sage of the Republic
of Never-Never Land
has blessed each artifact and declared them
to be far too strange not to be absolutely true.
Categories:
cuspidor, poetry,
Form: Free verse
trust me
more
my
sweet
cuspidor
spit on me
get gone sea
waves on plane
only sands remain
in sane
for
insanity
trust me more
insanity for in sane
remain sands only
plane on waves
sea gone get
me on spit
cuspidor
sweet
my
more
me trust
trust me more
?
Categories:
cuspidor, art,
Form: Blitz
CUSPIDOR
Mama used the can opener.
Not them 'lectric hummer thangs,
the pry thang.
Nobody out opened Mama.
She could have a can of spinach
opened and in the pan
faster than Grandpa
could hit the cuspidor in the hallway
from the kitchen table.
"Git outa my kitchen with that ****!"
she would scream.
The only time she ever cursed
and the only time Grandpa ever laughed.
Except when Mama opened cans,
that blade would whir and squeak
and Grandpa would laugh
"Listen to her go!" he would say.
When Grandpa died,
she brought his cuspidor
to the kitchen.
© ron wilson arbuthnot
aka Vee Bdosa the Doylestown Poet
Categories:
cuspidor, grandparents,
Form: Elegy