In the grand tradition of those smart-as-a-whip Europeans, I took the last
two weeks of August off. Last week…well, last week I was just lazy. But
I’m sure we are all champing at the bit to get some poetry back in our
daily lives, so to it we go! Brendan Arrieta-Joy is a California native
who has spent some time in Boston. He currently resides in Bilbao, Spain.
This poem seemed to me a lot of fun, but a bit mysterious, too. For those
who have sorely missed their weekly poetic fix, I’d love to hear some
interpretations of this one. Have a good week,
NEVER TRUST A MAN WITH A BAGEL IN HIS BRIEFCASE
A bagel in a briefcase
waits in the aluminum foil of circumstance,
unaware of the changing environment,
an environment centered
on the external force of the hunger of man.
Machiavelli would say to the bagel,
grow some mold to counter the reaching hand.
Montaigne would say
his hunger will change,
he will now desire an English muffin.
Oh Horatio, I am slain by
the cold cream cheese of death.