"A Perfect Day For A Picnic"


A typewriter
packet of paper
one chewed up pencil
the teeth marks are mine
A cup of cold coffee
the sixth from the pot
an empty pack of cigarettes
and a full ashtray
A yellow piece of paper
listing impossible ideas
“try to capture pathos &
frustration of latest riot”
“solve problems of universe”
“write politically from
the heart.”

Goodbye paper
I am going
on a picnic perhaps
to wrestle with ants
they are worthy opponents.


***
Stephen Morse 1972


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