Pop Music from Mars
If I could say
if I could put into words
all the sweetness
that you brought
into my life
Be like a summertime
long ago
in the park
on the 4th of July
by the riverside
my first published poem (1971):
BEEP BEEP THE BABY'S UP
you can do anything you want.
the baby here is trying to decide
about growing up human. he's rubbing
his double chin, he's a serious kid.
in a house on Arthur Street
a cap pistol is sitting on a desk
in the bedroom upstairs with the yellow
walls. according to the kid here
it's supposedly waiting
for the little green men.
the sky gets closer
as it gets more blue,
and you can recall
the 4th of July
all the heat
and all those little flags
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