For Poverty

For Poverty


"We've done the dirt,
we've all been had,
And we all sound like Auden
when we're bad."
Paris Leary

Beatnicks, flower children, are you hungry?
Where is you at? If you're eating mushrooms
From the bottom up it's cuz you're dead!

That plump whore tart called the "60's"
Lies naked on her flower strewn bed
Having overdosed on poetry.
Her grandchildren write for the movies,
Under contract for a script a week.

Rising up, she whispers
To anyone who will listen:

"It takes more then a pension,
A college or company sinecure
To make my poetry ring true.
It takes a kind of hunger
That can never be fed."

Scott Malby

Posted over on Ygdrasil Journal