Lance is someone I hope to study with when (if!) I do an MFA at BYU. I'm including this poem because it's the one I chose to "imitate" for my assignment. But I think I'll include another of Lance's a little later this month because, although I think this poem is delightful, I don't think it's representative of Lance's amazing ability.
I hate not being able to reproduce the whole thing. But, alas, I am trying to be honest in all my dealings (and not violate copyright laws). So here are some excerpts
from "Outside the Metropolitan Museum of Art"
by Lance Larsen
So why did the pretzel vendor tender me a discount?
Was it because I asked how much before
fishing out my wallet? . . .
Or did he pity me, my salt-and-pepper tweed
more retro Idaho than retro Soho?
. . . Buck fifty, he said,
looking straight at my shaggy moustache,
a twin of his only redder. Then to the next guy,
Two dollars. Ah, to be chosen by a ruddy pretzel man.
OK, I feel terrible about this. Because I've only left out about two stanzas, and it's such a tight, perfect little poem. Nevertheless, there it shall stand. If you're dying to read it all, check out his book, In All Their Animal Brilliance, which is a fantastic book and worth owning.