Klaus J. Gerken

(The Alpha Poems)

by Klaus J. Gerken (2003)



A brilliant man once said:
“Alphabet soup is just a piece of cake.”
Now no one knew what it meant, of course,
but it made Groucho Marx cry,
and somehow Mario Lanza was never the same
after they lauded Caruso the greater tenor.
After all, he didn’t slug it out in Night at the Opera
but did die of pleurisy in excruciating pain
needing one more dose of Carnegie Hall,
and all those who shook their jewelry
and brushed the lint from their tuxedos
in a mass of solidarity never knowing
what was sung of what it’s all about.
Of course the unions knew…and those who laughed
riotously at Groucho and gang knew all along
but no one dared to say it for it was too silly,
pretty, and downright irreligious:
“Alphabet soup is just a piece of cake.”
And wouldn’t you know it, of all the letters
there never was an A.

28 July 2003

Word Symphonies I – XII

Klaus J. Gerken

by Klaus J. Gerken (2006)


Thanks to Heather Ferguson for the edits


The first disgrace

Tell them what you are saying
and they still don’t understand



(Refer: Mahler Symphony II)



You start with 1 note:

b flat major

caught in the middle
of an argument
between two cats

in the halls of parliament

and pianoforte displaces
seven drums and the master violinist
throws confusion to the wind
and becomes Beethoven
wild hair
broken ears
and what silence
wrought such noise

Mozart was a dilettante
compared to this
horse of a monster

laughter fills the aisles
priests bow down to elohim
and displace her form

so b said to mozart chickenshit
when m denuded his talent
and spat on B’s desire
“you are like a nerve to me
raping harvest moons.”

M went on to greater things
200 hundred years later
won an oscar
and made pretty noise
B created a great complexity
maybe jazz
and something M wd never have
and who can argue where that went?