Because it made me smile

Mona Van Duyn from The Sounds of Poetry

What The Motorcycle Said

Br-r-r-am-m-m, rackety-am-m, OM, Am:
All--r-r-ram, ala-bas-ter--
Am, the world's my oyster.

I hate plastic, wear it black and slick,
hate hardhats, wear one on my head,
that's what the motorcycle said.

Passed phonies in Fords, knocked down billboards, landed
on the other side of The Gap, and Whee
threw away their wrath.

R-r-rackety-am-m. Am. War, rhyme,
soap, meat, marriage, the Phantom Jet
are shit, and like that.

Hate pompousness, punishment, patience, am into Love,
hat e middle-class moneymakers, live on Dad,
that's what the motorcycle said.

Br-r-rackety-am-m. It's Nowsville, man. Passed Oldies, Uglies,
Straighties, Honkies. I'll never be
mean, tired or unsexy.

Passed cigarette suckers, souses, mother-fuckers,
losers, went back to Nature and found
how to get VD stoned.

Passed a cow, too fast to hear her moo, "I rolled
our leave of grass into one ball.
I am the grassy All."

Br-r-r-am-m-m, rackety-am-m, OM, AM:
All-Gr-r-rin, ooohgah, gl-l-utton--
Am, the world's my smilebutton.


Now picture someone reading it outload in a class of 24 people :), and the Rolling Stones.

Dedicated to You

Sonnet, by Bernadette Mayer

You jerk you didn't call me up
I haven't seen you in so long
You probably have a fucking tan
& besides that instead of making love tonight
You're drinking your parents to the airport
I'm through with you bourgeois boys
All you ever do is go back to ancestral comforts
Only money can get-even Catullus was rich but

Nowadays you guys settle for a couch
By a soporific color cable t.v. set
Instead of any arc of love, no wonder
the G.I. Joe team blown it every other time

Wake up! It's the middle of the night
You can either make love or die at the hands of
the Cobra Commander