Alan Britt- A Poem

HALF PAST THE MIDDLE

Yucca, piano's ivory molars chomping

tequila, crunching every topaz drop

between Roman columns of moonlight’s

aquamarine kisses that March evening trolling

balmy sands below the Lake Worth Pier.

Yuccas & pianos share ancestry; each recall

grandparents fumbling for rifles & wishing

they could attend the Sunday Flickers,

wishing they could construct reality

to match the reality they imagined.

                     (some symbols)

Virginia tobacco with a hint of the cosmos

or skinks wriggling hieroglyphic Florida

sandy thoroughfares between humans &

turquoise stripes steaming liquorice bodies!

                    !... ★...!

Let the second in command speak;

the possibility of blue-ringed politicians

fingering our daily lives——bells with

algae clanging for dear life, bells whose

tongues tell the tale, always have, always

won't, god willing, bells with plaid horses

& organic thoughts about plaid horses,

bells with the will to induce pregnancy,

bells with the patience to digest fantasies

at church luncheons, macaroni escaping

segmented cardboard plates, broiled whitefish

in gravy that resembles melted brain matter

over pine needles scrunched beneath the ceremonial

claws of Wolf stalking Red beneath a hair dryer

at the corner of Liberty & Main.

Notwithstanding, aphids posing as evangelicals

on Cable scrounging paychecks from those

who beg for change →← any change,

as Baudi said, any change at all: I'm down

to two bulbs; won't go back to eight & just

like that another stumbles through the flesh

eating vines this side of 11PM; millions

watch the corporate news while pounding

potato salad onto limp plates because

the barbequed chicken might someday be

them; that's correct, we are as we are, &

shall be, on & on, until we scale the gates

of empathy; though, the palace of wisdom

is tempting; still, the gates of empathy go

a long way toward that other palace.

Worth a shot.

BIO:

Prefering to "lean and loafe at [his] ease," Alan Britt is troubled by the corruption and ambivalence that permeates the Great Experiment, so politically speaking he has started the Commonsense Party, which ironically to some sounds radical. He believes the US should stop invading other countries to relieve them of their natural resources including tin, copper, bananas, diamonds and oil, that it’s time to eliminate corporate entitlements and reduce military spending in order to properly educate its citizenry, thereby reducing crime and strengthening the populace in the manner that Jefferson envisioned. He is quite fond of animals both wild and domestic and supports prosecuting animal abusers. As a member of PETA, he is disgusted by factory farming and decorative fur.