Two Goofy Poems for a Goofy Super-Friend

I told you I would do this, and now you are about to see the fantastically absurd results...

A Poem for Ever-Transcending Emily

Where
are you?
(I ask, from the other side
of the low wall of the kitchen)

I can hear you but
I can’t see you.
(I peer over the low wall,
but see no one standing on the other side,
then—)

comes, a reply—

I’ve transcended my body.

Actually, I left my body
in the bathtub

and am now omnipresent—

I mean, I’m sitting on the kitchen floor.



For all of Those With a Condition With a Strange Name Pertaining to the Inability to Smell

I know!
A flash of inspiration, clear
like the smell of coffee (inappropriate metaphor, sorry)

I will bring you flowers,
fennel and rue,
I will bring you things
that taste like they smell.

A look of confusion
I catch a whiff of the raincloud
that passes over your brow (what does taste like a raincloud?)

And then a grateful smile-
I see how you appreciate this
kind gesture, born of an inspired mind,
and you answer, sweetly—

“You really need to smell my pants-
here, have a bite of this bagel.”