Chicano Poet

Friday, January 25, 2008

Why I Am Not A Painter

I heard that some artist
had put sardines in his painting
so I put sardines in my poem,

but after a few days
I couldn’t stand the stench anymore.
It smelled like a decomposing Frank O’Hara.


At 12:32 PM, Blogger brian salchert said...

I keep a link to your site because
when I feel I need a mood lift, I
sometimes come here to read a few
of your poems. This is not to say
your poems aren't serious since
some of them are obviously so, but
rather to say that many of them
have a spicy wittiness rarely found
in the general run of poems.

At 10:00 PM, Blogger RC said...


At 3:29 PM, Blogger Ivan Donn Carswell said...

Reyes, whether it is sardines or a decomposing Frank O'Hara, you are a source of inspiration... Brian is right, there is sanity here! Rgds, Ivan

At 12:17 AM, Blogger RC said...

Thanks,Ivan.Unfortunately,I can't take the credit for this poem.It's just a reworking of one of Frank's poems.


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