Fifty-Sixth Entry

Taking a LONG lunch break to write a poem today. Would Frank "Lunch Poems" O'Hara be proud? YOU BE THE JUDGE:

Here's my poem:

OVERWEIGHT VEGANS

The skeletal skull,
freakish alien hood, yellow work gloves
because we don’t want to be tainted.
Curving the blanket around two,
built for one. Now there are four of us,
did you hear that howl? Should I wait
for the swinging whines of the train
to jump or just jump? Why are we eating this?
The trash in the park has developed
a society, often while walking through
I will bear witness to a cultural event.
Often some sort of sporting event
is occurring, often the bridge falls
into the sea as the sun rises, it’s
really very emotional for many people.