Leaves of grass, my ass!
but this is no slam on Whitman
nor a drunken ode to Homer
nor any pretense at literature
nor a meager nod to pop culture
in an animated wonderland.
Leaves of grass, my ass!
because I sang the body electric
though the learned astronomer
coolly advised otherwise
and betrayed the beauty of the stars.
Leaves of grass, my ass!
A year of meteors long promised
yet still remain undelivered
I watch my captain cold & dead
and we swore upon children of Adam;
we cursed the setting sun.
Leaves of grass, my ass!
Although I dreamed in a dream
the skewering of fallen angels
and the resurrection of saints;
the cartoonish folly elicited.
Leaves of grass, my ass!
O eternal love restore me;
lead me down the path of enlightenment
eternal truth is all we seek\
be it in leaves of grass, swinging pendulums
or other images broadcast thru our mind’s eye.
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