on the earth

by onemoreman

Posted to Action Poetry on 2003-06-08 18:52:00

i am right in this spot
right here i am
extended, takeing up space

my best friend helps me rember
my flesh, his punch pow
instant zen

my marx, whitman, danton
all sickly and pale
in the face of the slap
i hit him with when he turns
and the beer we drink afterwards

what book should i read
when the flower has more verse
than all the cultred bla bla bla
i would rather kant just push me hard or race me
than talk of the trancandental

the old proff needs a slap
if i love him i would