The Right Column
Big Sur

Drinking,
Singing, and
Dancing
from poem page 52
   My conceit that someone
        could read this, oh
   professors of future dreams
   who aren't currupted by money flows
     of well-funded science hoaxsters.
  
     That bard, that bard, they'd say,
   oh vain that I am for thinking this . . .
   and me driving along Lake Shore Drive
     on my way to the camp.

       Too much wine on a thursday night in May
   When I was young and lost and on my way.
   
   Too many songs?
     How could there ever have been 
      too many songs or too much dancing?

  If your professor doesn't understand this
   he must have flunked his anthropology courses.


May 24, 2010