Power Plant
Poetry
“Way over yonder in a minor key, Ain’t nobody that can sing like me.”
-Woody Guthrie“I find it (science) analytic, pretentious, superficial, largely because it does not address itself to dreams, chance, laughter, feelings, or paradox…all the things I love the most.”
— LUIS BUNUEL, Surrealist Filmmaker / PHOTO: G.R. MELVIN
I’ll swear I’ll answer
To some other
Gruesome monster
Than me,
and my gal,
Higher powers,
Et al
In fact, I’ll face up
Soon as the sun’s up
I said I’d sing
For you some morning
Well We’ll wait when we’re nearer
Near closer your ear
I’ll sing out without warning
It’ll be a bit absurd
I’ll hack into just-newest birdsong
I will await re-entry then
I pipe up then
(you can see his breath as he puffs power-plant dawn)
Down, sheets down
“The cold front couldn’t stay out front still/
I guess you can rescue
family plants being killed/
Button top buttons!
And cheat out the chill.”
