Country Life
For lunch today I ate another ham,
egg, and cheese sandwich with whole
wheat Wizards of Waverly Place bread.
It’s a meal that neither thrills me nor bores
me because I am never bored, even by food,
though there are times when, like a cow
chewing grass beside the highway, I am
a little less than thrilled, and am a little
bit smelly. It’s been said that you are
what you eat, which today would make
me a pig, covered in cheese, with an
egg in its mouth. If the smell keeps
those delicate people who eat people
away, I’m all for it, but other than that
I don’t see it doing me much good.
-Jose Padua
Parade
That terrible beauty that waves
its hand to you from a float in a parade.
What is this sinking feeling, I get?
Why, if I return the gesture, is my smile
forced and false? Why do I feel that
we’ve gotten smaller, that there is
nothing but distance between me
and her sparkling white crown?
-Jose Padua
Listen
Bad poetry I can listen to all
day. I can laugh at it, or let it
bore me, keep my feet planted
firmly on the ground while I reach
out for a glass on the table
or something to scratch my back
with. But when it’s good all day
is too much. I just want a little
of it, and then I want you to shut
up. I want you to leave me alone.
-Jose Padua
Jose's sardonic sense of humor is sorely missed in this city and lost (apparently) to rural Virginia... He and his wife Heather Lynne Davis do a great blog:
http://shenandoahbreakdown.wordpress.com/
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