Bean song

Counting beans, one for every
word you said today.
A waterfall of frozen
lima bean conversation.
Bright bean rage.
Soft, velvety heirloom beans.
Bean opera. Beans buzzing
in a thick glass jar.
Where do all these beans come from? —
these beans, with no apologies.
And why is it that you find yourself
at this late stage
so full of frigging
beans?

6 comments for “Bean song

  1. stellasauce
    October 9, 2006 at 11:05 am

    I like this one – “bean opera” – very, very good.

  2. October 10, 2006 at 12:25 am

    bean to my head.

  3. rodney k.
    October 11, 2006 at 7:19 am

    Really dug this one, too. Thought for an admittedly v. differrent poem flashed into my mind reading this: what if it ended after the second stanza? Too haiku-y?

  4. October 11, 2006 at 8:18 am

    I like that edit. ends it on an interesting beat….
    -Cecil

  5. heroic imp
    October 11, 2006 at 10:14 am

    got gas?

  6. Laura
    October 18, 2006 at 8:32 am

    I would not shorten this poem. To me it needs all seven stanzas. I really feel like I can relate to this one. Bean there. Felt that…

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