September Poem / Okay I’ll Have Some Pudding
by Ryan Gallagher

Every time I try to write
like Ron Padgett I produce
these terribly mundane poems
that lack something as great
as golden ducks with yellow
mustard moustaches made
of silly putty stars
that squeeze out of plastic

My wife sips tea loudly
and I make her laugh
by saying tapioca with
a big glob of tapioca
pudding in my mouth
I imagine this is what it
must be like to french
kiss a fetus I mean
a freshman to french
kiss a can of spray-
paint and paint
until everything lingers
(suddenly) frozen
like porcelain frogs
I stick my tongue out
at the cat and she
swats at nothing so

I turn to my wife and
sing “so give me some
figgy pudding now give me
some figgy pudding” and
she socks me in the gut
I throw up turquoise
colors everywhere gold
spray paint and god
grant me pudding sand-
wiches in wonder bread
which I sit on and say shit
is it September already is it
autumn in new
york (all) yellow everywhere

Other poems by Ryan Gallagher in ActionYes #2:
Scotch Coffee Creamsicle Sonnet
3rd person omniscient surrealist poem that I walk into as a Romantic
Young Edgy Energetic Poem
I Saw Goody Proctor
Winter Solstice Sonnet
Sonnet (in Brueghel)
Things I’d Put in a Fanny-Pack / Sonnet