Poetry
by J. Kevin Wolfe

Junior Samples

Junior Samples was the million and ninth Buddha
serenity
belly
ignorance-is-bliss eyes
omniscient smile
chanting again
a BR549 mantra.

Liberty Had Che Guevara in a Headlock

Liberty had Che Guevara in a headlock
And standing on Stalin’s face
she calmly said
“The goal of revolution
is merely to overcome apathy”

Marx got a dirty look
squirming in his seat
“The goal is that the people
are aware of injustice”
Mao’s unconvincing grin remained
through a muffled cough

“The great weapons:
satire and unpassioned truth”
Marat doodled as she warned
“Fanaticism is blind passion
and can barely be trusted in a frenzy”
Gandhi cleaned his glasses and smiled, polite

“Hatred is not
what freedom is about!”
she screamed at
an uncomfortable Bolshevik
“Revenge never set anyone free!”
Pancho Villa’s mustache was
not big enough to hide a snicker

And Liberty herself laughed
when she realized
she had been baring one breast and
that’s
why the boys
were paying attention

There is Anarchy in the Summerfields

There is anarchy in the summerfields

The soybeans
are Socialist Democrat
with each
growing to a uniform height
never wanting
greater height than neighbor plants

The corn
a Monarchy,
tall, proud but thin, fragile;
standing on dirt

Wheat is Communist
using the manifesto wind
as an excuse
to wave in unison,
but only managing an occasional ripple

Green Beans
are Democracy
thinking they can grow
as long as they want, but
just getting tangled
in each other’s vines

In God’s Imagination

A fertile plump infinity,
each soul a joke seeking to be cracked

He births each into a precisely planned deformity
with voice dry and face straight

And the Universe so laughs
at each new clever twist God puts
into his mundane assembly line job
of cramming priceless impeccable vapor
into cheap, flawed bottles;
that even God chuckles

  

©1998, 1999 J. Kevin Wolfe

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