I've got brecht
on the breakfast table
pound in the bread crumbs
proust in the pantry
dostoyevsky is in with the knives
while mayakovsky recites from the microwave.

I've got a garter full of goethe
faust in my frosted flakes
rimbaud in the sink
blake in my stockings
lorca lingerie and
pockets full of poe.

I find whitman
in with the washcloths
shelley with the bone china
yeats defiant as ever
in his crystal vase and rilke
where only silverware dares to go ---

to dine with friends
to dine on eternity.

© 2004 - Jayne Lyn Stahl