ROBIN
Robin
poses like a sweet potato amongst
the
saffron eyelids of our Norway maple.
Robin,
turmeric dust coughed up by dusk
behind
a branch of banana-bruised maples.
Robin,
innocent to bloodstained South
African
diamonds, Cambodian rubies, but
knows
plenty about earthworm hideouts.
Robin,
kaleidoscope singing about things
that
need singing about regarding the present,
less
about the past, & nothing for the future.
Robin,
in split-tail sweet potato finest, puffs
smoke
in the shape of a ghost orchid before
folding
her asbestos shingles for the evening.
GARAGE BAND
(For David
Beasley: 1948-1995)
We
sang, Beaz & I, Tell me why
you cry & why you lie
to me.
We
muscled up to Sam the Sham
&
harmonized with the Ides of March
during
an Ides of March spring
farewell
to ‘67—Mod collars flared
for
iconic mating crab in the midst
of
high school angst!
We
shouted, I’ll cry instead from
the
balmy windows of our caterpillar
bus
bustling Military Trail pines
on
its way to the end of the line.
Oh,
Beaz, whatever happened to
all
the wonderful things we said today?
[Italics by John
Lennon & Paul McCartney]
Alan Britt served as judge for the 2018 The Bitter Oleander Press Library of Poetry Book Award. He was interviewed at The Library of Congress for The Poet and the Poem and has published 18 books of poetry. Alan served as Art Agent for the late great Ultra Violet and often read poetry in her Chelsea, New York studio. He was been nominated for the 2021 International Janus Pannonius Prize awarded by the Hungarian Centre of PEN International for excellence in poetry from any part of the world. A graduate of the Writing Seminars at Johns Hopkins University he currently teaches English/Creative Writing at Towson University.
Enjoyed both.
ReplyDeleteThis is so inspirational! A legend of these literary times!
ReplyDeletegood stuff, alan... thanks for that. i learn from you by reading...
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