by Mark Olival-Bartley
The jalapeño marinara sauce?
Hilarious. That scatty fit
sure showed me who was boss,
for to emit
whose fodder tore
a summoner's gale of glee
to something wicked and hard-core,
had flushed the dun Chaucerian from me.
That said, the brownies laced with--what a cross,
a pound of laxative chocolate
and tons of E--rushed loss
as is befit
a sulphured shore,
abuts a murky sea
where Dantesque waves (and so much more)
revealed what crap had lain inside of me.
Note: A recitation can be heard here.
- Mark Olival-Bartley
- Mark Olival-Bartley studied applied linguistics at Hawaii Pacific University, attaining B.A. and M.A. degrees in TESOL, and poetry at the City College of New York. He is now anatomizing the prosody of E. A. Robinson’s sonnets for his dissertation at Amerika Institut of LMU Munich, where also he edits a poetry weekly. His poems and translations have appeared in journals on both sides of the Atlantic. He is the resident poet at EcoHealth, where his science-themed verse is regularly featured, and a senior copyeditor of Review of International American Studies.