Poetry

The Quaker Oats Dude

His face, a bridge half washed out. He says, “Nothing is better for thee than me.”

The Quaker Oats Dude

His face, a bridge
half washed out. He says,
“Nothing is better for thee than me.”
It sounds like a come-on.
Nothing is better?
Sea air is better.
Salmon-colored orchids are better.
That episode of The Judy Garland Show
featuring Barbra Streisand and Ethel Merman
is better. I tell him

to mind his own business.
Same stolid expression.
When we have oatmeal,
we bother him, leave him
a little more empty.

Like the Morton Salt Girl,
he stays, wants an adoration
we can’t give. His life comes down
to watching. And waiting.
Not that different from us, perhaps.


Kenneth Pobo has a new book out called The Antlantis Hit Parade. Forthcoming is his book called Dindi Expecting Snow.


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