Frankie the Haggler
Anywho,
'twas raining
and cold when we got to the station,
and by the time we did get there
those little baby-on-board signs
had receded into the darkness of their sleeper cars.
Ever tried to actually sleep in one of those?
Say, maybe we ought to have
a gander at the other blue thing.
Maybe we should spill another
bag of potatoes onto the floor. Maybe I ought
to rest up, for tomorrow
is another day. So what
if the palace is burning and you are sad.
Go sing thy aria in someone else's dense forest.
Chop-chop,
times like these, I feels like big ol' Saturn:
if the little chickens don't run and hide,
I eats 'em.
"Frankie
the Haggler"
from Begin Anywhere.
Copyright ©2008 by Frank Giampietro.
Reprinted with the permission of Alice James Books.