In remembrance of Kurt Vonnegut

A poem I wrote a few weeks ago and posted on Confedtrouble

Wednesday, March 14, 2007
How many fascists in high places


Gopher Prairie’s Somnambulant

"I love America, but I don't like it." *

Asleep in one dimensional word hovels,
ghosts of Dickens squirm
like a psalmist for the first little pig’s last party

First
there were
the reefers

Next
came
the huffers

Followed by
the buzz runners

Fire & crystal
forged
into
a conundrum
Flimflam Damn
the Rapper Mann
could not
crank off
or blame a DJ
hand job
remix 4

Could not
regurgitate
the
swallowed
sounds

Match
the
referential hyperbole
reinvented
for high crime
Improv,

etwas
* Sinclair Lewis
anticipating
Slaughterhouse-Five
who set
Kesey
frei for a story named after the 3rd goose . . .

---step 1

from the poem written by Mr. Vonnegut called "Requiem,"

how poetical it would be

if Earth could say,

in a voice floating up

perhaps

from the floor

of the Grand Canyon,

"It is done."

People did not like it here.