Liberal Art for the Sake of Argument

MIND SET: a man walks the Amazon.

My cousin climbs Mt. Kilimanjaro.

People in Colorado  prepare shelter

and supplies for the Apocalypse.

Golfers play in the rain on River Road.

A former student rows herself across

the Atlantic. Country churches fill their

parking lots with Sunday morning

automobiles. Hefty motor cycles rumble

thru  Riceville Road, learning into the S

curves past the old dairy barn. Staten

Island Ferry opens for business as usual.

HIDE PARK

You the poet:

I rant, rave, rip, smash & ruin if

I can— I think I can I think I can

but can’t: always  beyond me and

my soap box rub-a-dub scrubbing

off connotations  never the less &

so to speak making not-nice dis-

comforting the afflicted & rubbing

it in. Rub it in. Rub it in.