A Poor Wolf’s Poem
copyright 2019 Michael S. Walker
I wish my teeth were bigger
The better to eat you with
My eyes are pretty big right now
The better to see you with
But seeing isn’t the same as eating
And that reminds me of the painter Soutine, of course
He spent his whole life
A serial painter of sides of beef
He was usually too poor to eat
I wonder, did he ever get drunk
And try to eat a painting?
The way Van Gough, deranged,
Tried to gorge himself on the color yellow?
I wish my teeth were bigger
I do love to eat
My brain’s pretty big they say
But why is it always coming up
With stupid shit like this?
I don’t know any shortcuts through the woods
Can’t improvise/revise any tricks or traps
And that red hood
Is really confusing