Dada Will Do
by Otto Magnus / 2006


There are times when only Dada will do.
I have not broken any eggs,
So there is no trouble with the good doctor
or his bicycle clips.


Valiantly I listen to footwear
and the sound of Greek laundry.
Who will now save the world?


You are becoming seriously tolerable,
and that will never do.
The old-fashioned fishmongers are sniffing around your armpits
with no obvious signs of euphoria.
Where once there was childlike violence
there now dwells righteousness and the vaguest hint of curtains.

Who are the vandals today?

My heart yearns to crush you mercilessly
like pizza
amongst your toys and umbrellas.


Can you hear it?
Can you hear that sound?
A million mosquitos are stamping
on the face of our invisible wheels.....

It is time to vacate my bowels.

This poem is over.