the great days of revolution and whatever
Christopher Mulrooney
[lospoesy@earthlink.net]
ah what fiery trains in your head only
that's what you have your staff for
ideas they come and only have a go
on your say-so hee ho hah-ho I say
the turtle green swords have holes in the middle
in the middle I say remove the flag I putt
over the trees the gasbag and on it my signs
over the clouds the moon the abyss everything
oh abolition of whatever pleases you everything I see here
as goes clashing everything I see here pleases me
it goes in the papers the TV everything else I see here
goes on everything else the radio computers bus benches
we know where they stand because they're standing there
where they are and we're standing here you and me
if you were standing over there that's where you'd be
if I'd be standing there I would have things differently
you know I'd made a few things work out smoother or so
I'd have a few things smoothly run whatever I'm made of
that's I'm glad to see not whatly or whyly but howly
Poem © 2001 Christopher Mulrooney, all rights reserved
appears here by permission
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