Slumming with Rene & Salvador on a Monday Afternoon

Does a poem have to make sense at all? Well, the Anon. who wrote about that cat and the fiddle and the cow jumping over the moon sure wasn't making sense in the logical, analytical sense. Yesterday, a group of "youngies," including this blogger, played with the stuff from the pockets, backpacks and bags of the three males in the group. From that point on, it was, shall I say, downhill and laughing all the way. Long live the surrealist movement!
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inside a red clearbook
that comes wrapped in a two-color scarf,
a folded iPhone
an apple-green cell phone
rings & says on loudspeaker mode,
"hand me my blue Kiss the Cook Gourmet receipt.
i left it on a thin vinyl cloth
spread over a square table."

an orange handkerchief
weeps & moans,
"where are my white 100-peso bills,
my 50-peso bill made of cloth cut from the Shroud of Turin?"

the single USB in Rene's pocket
dwells there with a leathery coin
& a dull coin purse
his clean wallet
lies in one of many manila envelopes
along with his new journal

as for salvador's brown Nokia cell phone
hanging from his necklace with a metallic dog tag
& pressed against his shiny t-shirt
it thinks it would rather be a thin sheet of intermediate pad paper
held by crisp human hands
attached to Gala's floral elbows

have you ever seen a man with a colorful wallet, ever?
but Rene & Salvador want nothing more than
a blue keychain with mini mer chairs
singing each to each

--Babeth Lolarga
April 26, 2011
Third version, 10:20 a.m.
Kiss the Cook Gourmet
Summer Workshop on Creative Writing & Living

Photo above shows Rene Magritte's "Son of Man"; below is Salvador Dali and a cub from the feline family