Sunday, July 19, 2009
"Revolutionary" Letters
"I think I'm so educated
and I'm so civilized cuz
I'm a strict vegetarian..."
never felt so normal
as at the anarchist
demonstration
steps of sproul
tried to read
your crazy shaved head
attracted in spite
if you took the factory
it would stink
in that great
unshowered
tradition
like Henry Miller's
crotch
tarzan tarzan make
me a home in the trees
ape man fantasies
the pure joy
of the coconuts
as they fall
in imagined
slow-motion
split some lousy
skulls
in the room the women
come and go
(and the guys
too) the names
of six big
commie theorists
dropped in as many
minutes in my own
living room
if we took the factory
we couldn't make shit
I think I get it
go slowly
eat locally
seems somewhat
revolutionary
one last tomato
please oakland
grown no more
mozzarella di
bufala unless
they milk those
poor beasts
in golden gate
park
and that's
a different
kind of bufala
anyway
at the Claremont
farmer's market
in the DMV parking lot
no lie
I suck on a nectarine
dreaming of imported
cheese
I have suffered like Che
Pancho Villa and Malcolm
O give me a home where di
bufala roam
and the prosciutto is cured
down the block
Labels:
gaucho pants,
polaroids,
sprouts,
the battle of bull run,
tiepolo,
varnish
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My Sunday poetry brunch.
ReplyDeleteI find Blogs are a way of getting hold-outs to read a poem now and then.
My revolutionary program?
Small agriculture, shelter-building,
light procreation, prayer and free thought...
no more manufactory!
(too many things already)
Thanks for taking a look.
ReplyDeleteYes,to all those things--esp. the poetry brunch.