hey don marquis
each letter
pounded out
one jump
at a time
and that is
how it is
done oh great
one now we
see what drove
old e e and
bukowski and
maybe good old
brautigan too except
for the capitals
and exclamations
but the feel was
there man the feel
was there and that s
what s wrong with
american poetry today
the feel is all gone
except righteous
indignation which
to be sure is earned
but where has the
humor gone and
the insights into
our stupid animal
behavior driven
by the rod the crotch
and the holy ghost
and the need for a
decent sandwich and
apple peels sans paste
but hey what do
i know i am just
a flea on the back
of the mechanical
keyboard of time