DOGS BREAKFAST by Vincent Zepp

inaugural goose flesh

and the boats at sea

we were taught

to lay our desks down

like bikers

about to crash

trying to protect our selves

from

the monstrance that would precede us in the procession of ash

sastruga strewn among the plutonium penumbras of st marys german in mckeesport with a half life of 24,000 years

so who among us could bother with what

the basilect calls terrorism

which is only fear of death

fuck em

and their sock and buskin

consider

egyptian legal agreements from the 23rd dynasty (749-21 BC) that frequently included the phrase,

If you do not obey this decree may a donkey copulate with you

to divagate

and interdigitate

along the costa brava

giving up wrestling with the miasma

along with our clothes

and jimi is singing a merman I should turn to be

orwell reminds us that

the proles and animals are free

the old buddhists say

its all bullshit

arnica and a pen in the dark

i’m sleepy

its time for the devil wears nada

Arriving at the time in history (including literary history) when I did. I was blessed to have such a rich tradition of poetry, art, music, and culture available to me.  This continues to allow my poetry to flourish in a rich loam of influences.  The work I believe is representative of the best thoughts and intuitions of my generation of writers whose challenge is to move forward with the gifts given to us from previous generation of artists. From Ferlinghetti who opened my eyes to Pound and Eliot through the various significant literary and art movements of the 20th century.  Then there was the haiku master Basho who showed us frogs leaping into the pond of our mind. John Berryman said our poetry should be something no one else could do.  I've tried to focus on that idea.