Monday, September 1, 2008

What We Might Be, What We Are

by X. J. Kennedy

If you were a scoop of vanilla
And I were the cone where you sat,
If you were a slowly pitched baseball
And I were the swing of a bat,

If you were a shiny new fishhook
And I were a bucket of worms,
If we were a pin and a pincushion,
We might be on intimate terms.

If you were a plate of spaghetti
And I were your piping-hot sauce,
We'd not even need to write letters
To put our affection across.

But you're just a piece of red ribbon
In the beard of a Balinese goat
And I'm a New Jersey mosquito.
I guess we'll stay slightly remote.

(Yes, it does remind me a little bit of Litany by Billy Collins; 
maybe that's one reason why I like it. But the metaphors are
a little more earthy and the outcome a little more jaded.
That's probably two more reasons I like it.)


Anonymous said...

If you were the peanut butter,
and I was the strawberry jelly,
we'd share the same squashed view,
Of a world that was totally RANDOM.

ha ha! You thought I'd rhyme!!
Happy Labor Day. xoxoxo

La Cootina said...

I love a good PBJ poem. :)