An Ode to Swanson’s


Furniture an abomination

Why surely the floor is our place

Thirteen inch black and white on rainy Saturday

Kukla, Fran and Ollie host a foreign film

baffled by French names

entrapped by November rains

we begin to feel the hunger pains

These days when the migraines

were blinding

No light from beneath the door

No, I’ll light the oven

Swanson’s to the rescue