Bongo drums go beat beat beat
bongo drums go beat
hipster be bop cool cat go!
poet on the beach.
Goattee wearing sunglass'd dude
Hawaiian shirt
attitude
versify to all the world
poetry is cool.
Sitting cross-legged in the sand,
rebel warrior, rights of man!
protest sounds, peace and love,
watch him play for all he's worth
seagulls watching, rising surf
recite those words! yell that verse!
snapshot tourists
syncopated bum.
Darkened evening, sun goes flat,
red-lined sky
he takes the change that's in the hat
and says goodbye.
Echoes follow
lingered rhythmn
seagulls watch him go,
and little children
hope he'll return tomorrow.
-King Wenclas
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7 comments:
Good one!
Oh jeez...what round is this, anyway?
??? Say what?
Poetry from Frank Walsh, "World's Greatest Poet," will be up by the end of the week.
Well King, I'm no Helen Vendler, but this is no celebration of the Florida poet either!
I consider it a celebration of poets in general-- poets who are out there in the world reading their poetry. It's a tad mocking but also admiring at the same time.
I envision myself being that guy on the beach-- maybe sooner than you think.
I liked the word-rhythm of it. It really did get a bounce going.
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