coffee sometimes
coffee
is divine
sometimes
coffee
is hot and dark
sometimes
dust
accumulates
and if i leave my coffee cup
too long on the window sill
fungus grows
who told fungus
who told fungus
to grow there, man
who's in charge, man
divinity
infinity
it's a long note to blow
What is that clicking sound? It's the sound of snapping fingers, the appropriate response to a well received Beatnik poem! Yesterday, April 22nd, was the last in our series of National Poetry Month celebrations at the library, and we celebrated BEATNIK POETRY.
dark
can't see my hand
in front of my face
can't see your hand
in front of your face
can't see the rat
lurking in the corner
ah, edison
make the scene
man
Who is this guy?
5 comments:
That's Gilligan! And he was on the Dobie Gillis Show- Maynard! Wasn't that his name?
Maynard G. Krebs!! One of my early heroes!
I love your beat poems. I just couldn't get the hang of it.
To me, Maynard was one of those little magic folk, like Puck/Robin Goodfellow/Ariel--including John Lennon, Toulouse-Lautrec, Radar.
"...had a name like Billy, and was almost perfect,/ but wore a stammer like a decoration..."
It's always Maynard.
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