Something Funny
ERIC CHAET
(originally posted at The 100 So-Called Poems)
There’s something funny
‘bout people in suits
something serious, too—
there’s something funny
‘bout a Friday or a Monday
& something serious, too.
There’s something funny!
something funny!
something serious, too—
there’s something funny!
something funny!
& something serious, too.
There’s something funny
’bout mothers & fathers
something serious, too—
there’s something funny
’bout weddings & funerals
& something serious, too.
There’s something funny! something funny!
something serious, too—
there’s something funny! something funny!
& something serious, too.
There’s something funny ’bout Christmas & New Year
something serious, too—
there’s something funny ’bout stockings & reindeer
& something serious, too.
There’s something funny! something funny!
something serious, too—
there’s something funny! something funny!
something serious, too.
There’s something funny ’bout show-biz
something serious, too—
there’s something funny ’bout farming & banking
& something serious, too.
There’s something funny! something funny!
something serious, too—
there’s something funny! something funny!
& something serious, too.
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Eric Chaet, born Chicago, 1945, South Side, beaten, denigrated, sinking, swimming—servant of a refractory nation and species, sweating laborer in factories and warehouses, wearing jacket and tie in offices and classrooms—”so-called poems” published and posted around the world, sporadically, for decades—author of People I Met Hitchhiking On USA Highways (read a review) and How To Change the World Forever For Better—perpetual polymath student, synthesizer of specialists’ insights and methods, solo consultant regarding space exploration and accidents involving obsolete industrial machinery—album of songs Solid and Sound—hitchhiked back and forth between the Pacific and Atlantic, sleeping out for years and subsisting on water and sunflower seeds, stapling a series of 1500 posters he made to utility poles, inciting whoever saw them to seize the responsibility for their own lives—governing without coalition or means of or inclination to coerce or confiscate, from below, approximately invisible.
[header art by Hieronymous Bosch, “The Garden of Earthly Delights”, in public domain from Wikimedia Commons]
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