On The Seventh Day 

On the seventh day he was arrested
For inciting a peace’n’ love riot

That brought with it nevertheless
A deep and profound disquiet.

With a gasp they all grasped
What an ugly world they’d made

In the gluttonist parade

. . . . . . .
Of a poem that braved surfed

Through non-rhymes and non sequitur
To underscore the worth

That the medium is all that matters
What matters most is what the message is

Our underlying value in what we can express
Underlined by the value of this land and where our vote is.

And with that he rested.


Add. 26374, f.17v

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