Friday, April 8, 2016

Bryanite

Bryanite
3-15-16

Come a struggle against the privileged elite
Our populist we are yet to meet
I prayed to God to wake me at a descent hour
And here I am up at four
For when they say peace and safety
There is much trouble
Like travail upon a woman with child
In a strange game where threes are wild
Looking for William Cullen Bryant
Our poet and critic I recommend
Thanatopis, O come to and come and see
That it's only me
For such is a nation of its own
A time to plant and a time to throw a stone...




Greenbacker (In Warrens)
3-15-16

Back up at about twenty till seven
I crave a lover like no other in my papermate
Looking for "To A Waterfowl"
and his advocated reforms
And another greenbacker
Therefore let us not sleep as do others
And let us watch and pray
For all distant brothers
Ye are children of Light
In all Jovian joy for our Jupiter
She teaches us how to sing by way of ink
In warrens and burrows
Our enclosures of small game
Just me and my papermate
And a fresh tablet
As I feel myself coming down
And for the first time I feel loved....



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