Cami Park

What if a whisk

In Art, Household, Poetry on July 31, 2009 at 12:03 am
Phillip Toledano

Phillip Toledano

Manic Whisk

Let me out of this drawer–

I don’t belong here in this rabble
of misunderstood gadgets, spatulas,
and sad, hopeful corkscrews.

I am an artist–

Free me, and I will whip
heaping mountains of cream,
beat eggs within a living inch,
create meringues the likes of which
would have driven Van Gogh to burn
his precious Sunflowers. Picasso at
his most cubistic has nothing on me,
my arcs and twirls and brilliant frothing mounds.

This darkness is not worthy of me–

Dali weeps.

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  1. I really like this.

  2. I remember. They were good, too.

  3. Oh how this made my heart ache like I’m sure Dali’s had. This would be for cherry pit remover that awaits the day I make another pie.

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