Gilmore Tamny

from EGGS

this is the poem for today

i went and did things
and things happened to me
and i happened to them
like i remained calm
with the affectless youth
at the computer repair shop
i suspected he appreciated this
as he seemed to warm up
after a fashion
relieved maybe
we weren't
in a power struggle
for his interest
there was a plastic fried egg
on the counter
i wanted to take
a picture of it
this and all fried eggs
real ones ceramic ones
plastic ones marble ones
deserve to be photographed
commented upon
recognized
i'd like to see one in marble 
or no
many in marble
a whole flotilla of marble fried eggs
but it might be hard
for a mass of marble fried eggs
to not look like small sea creatures
congregating
somewhere in shallow waters
to have sex
or i don't know
explore sand together
have a sand picnic
what do i know
small sea creatures get up to

anyway i guess
i opened up my heart
for a moment