Saturday, February 27, 2010

To the Spawning

I got the idea for this poem from a sketch that Carlos is working on. The poem would describe the aftermath of said sketch.

We found him over at O’Hare
running up the down escalator
wearing a gigantic salmon suit.

When we took off the headpiece
the guy was sweating like a bear
in the desert, and he was wailing.

Hours later, we got it on the radio—
there actually was another salmon,
waiting around at the wrong terminal.

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