Poetry Friday, why Brautigan is the Chalupa's favorite poet

Hey, Bacon!

The moon like:
mischievous bacon
crisps its desire

(while)

I harbor myself
toward two eggs
over easy.

The Chalupa says: Are you kidding me seriously? The title with the bacon! The simile with the bacon! The harbor of the eggs! The man, he is the genius!

Medusa says: Mischievous bacon. Mmmmmph yes. Crisps its desire. Uh huh mmmmph uh huh. The moon like mischievous bacon crisps its desire . . . perfect brilliant delightful beautiful. Some poems turn me into an idiot critic. This is one of them.

I am still in the middle of the writing marathon, interrupted this week by a whirlwind of classesmeetingsprepgrading, but continuing through this weekend and I HOPE not beyond, at least with this project. Still, life will be madness until Thanksgiving.

Forgive my spotty blogging. Here's an adorable Chalupa:



(in the place where the bacon happens)