Here is the 62nd Journal Poem from Volume 2 of “Journal Poems,” printed as a very large Chap Book.
Journal Poem 62
Seamus is a famous name
No, I mean it is, but
That’s not why I just wrote that.
I wrote it simply
Simply because it rhymes.
Name us
Famous
Seamus
But of course
Poly famous is Poseidon’s kid.
Probably a distant cousin
Of Famous Amos
The God of Cookie Dough
Hark hark, the Lark
It’s getting dark around here.
Merger madness, Minneapolis and Milwaukee
Kresge and Kmart, Bush and Blair
And believe it or don’t.
He invented the Duncan & Porter
Anti-Imperialism Yo-Yo
“Where have all the average people gone.”
— Roger Miller
April 12th 1989
Big Day. Big River.
Sirop Saveur Noisette
Have you new brake shoes
Or are you too broke
To BUY shoes?
Are your tires tired,
Or maybe they’re sticky stirring
Wheels in the wind.
Did your rear view mirror fall off
Or can you still reflect?
When it all hits too close to home
When the drug is so big it’s
Surrounding you…
As the machine eats 2/3 of your soul
And since everyone except you
Seems so insanely into their
Disconnected sanity
Insisting that if you’ll only
Salute Big Brother
All will play out as it should.
When the world is ordering up anew,
As well – all of Alexandria
Begins imploding in a burn
Like a gigantic sucking, swirling sinkhole –
You begin to think that Metaphor
Is all that’s left
They’re going to keep sticking this pig
Until there’s no blood left to suck.
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