Kent Johnson 2004
"Poets have been mysteriously silent on the subject of cheese." —G.K.Chesterton
When I die and they bring my ashes to rest at Gary’s World of Miniatures roadside attraction
We will pass their diminutive version of the Vietnam War Memorial, the Eiffel Tower, The Great Wall and the Pyramids, the Seattle Space Needle, the Sidney Opera House....
will wander past the United Nations building, and off by the "It’s a Small World" area sits the styrofoam model of the Vatican
In the round area of St. Peter’s Square they will empty my ashes from the urn
and my scattered form will be the very essence of americana
and in that moment may I find the great poets gone before - I will tell them Kent Johnson was my friend And you’d damn well better watch outThanksgiving 2004 : A Menu Poem for Kent Johnson