by Greg Baysans

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Three-one-two

I no longer have 

a subscription to 

the newspaper and cannot 

write my poems. 

I am not in my right mind.¹

I get e-mail 

asking me to 

support the war in Iraq

by buying tee shirts,

much to my chagrin. 

Grin. I can't sleep 

waiting to read whatever 

whoever Todd is wrote.

Forty-four and four 

dollars in the bank.

To be continued, unwillingly.




Three-one-three


Seven month old 

Tristen doesn't like to 

go to sleep.

His left hand 

hammers 

his forehead 

just after 

his eyes are closed

but before 

he's in dreamland 

where 

a voice sings in 

monotone, "Time 

to sleep. 

Hmm. Hmm. Hmm. 

Time to sleep."

I do not 

envy the pregnant 

these days.




Three-one-four


The rest of the

truth

of mice and ice and men and when

delay, deny, defraud,

all I can say is I hate 

yelling

spin on

so elegant in its antiquity

hymn

incomplete, ignoble

to the blue.

A battle in Afghanistan?

Nobody's watching the

dying there.

Do they have tee shirts for that war, too?




Three-one-five


Silver gold, I am mute. 

Newtext is a typeface.

Violently shaking the head in one's sleep

does the same. We'd have taken Baghdad sooner

using lollipops instead of bombs.²




Three-one-six


I am new to this century and do not

understand its logic. Does this mean the U.S. Supreme Court

is obligated to create the nation of Kurdistan?

I hope so. They've been my underdog of choice

for decades! They revere the memory of Hitler,

from what I know. Speaking of product tie-ins 

like tee-shirts, why is it

only now as the U.S. is about to declare 

victory in Iraq 

that these Most Wanted Playing Cards

are being made available? I'd have supported

the war months ago if I'd only

had the playing cards!



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¹Allan Ginsberg, "America", "I won't write my poem till I'm in my right mind."

²when the U.S. "liberated" Baghdad (April, 2003), 50% of the city's population was age 15 or younger.


   

   




by Greg Baysans