At a party recently I saw
Kierkegaard lounging in the curve of a sensuous chair
and in a corner
Kant leaning against a dark wall covering
scrolling his big fat finger
at a Wittgenstein arms akimbo
threatening in his silent way
stoic Hopper in green beads, red leather
mulling small actions
for Derrida’s roundness deconstructed
a karma sultry
alienating a hirsute Marx in his cups
behind rood screens
from depressive Calvin institutions.
It was a hell of a good time,
Thank God I didn’t have to clean up!
Paul Strohm is a free lance journalist working in Houston, Texas. Fire trucks , police scanners, and ambulances are his favorite things.His most recent poem “Dimple Dell Davis” is currently residing at HuKmag.com.