Comrade Barysh (CTG)

[ChrisGeorge]

Comrade Barysh

I'm snoozing on the AM Marc Train
with a sour stomach: checks bouncing;
shouldn't have eaten those two bananas.

I just read Barysh's "Stream of Consciousness"
-- will the thoughts of Commissar Alan assist?
A Barysh Manifesto! Good for whatever ails me!

Although his bathtub reverie's not exactly Marxist
-- it's more Barysh Lite, Alan soaking while
bragging how he can work the taps with his feet.

Twinkle-Toes Barysh! His Pinko cynicism touts
the End-of-All-I-Hold-Dear. My bowels groan
like bombs rolling out of a B-52's hatch.

Comrade Barysh, kindly pass the seltzer.

Christopher T. George

Note: Alan Barysh, Baltimore-based U.S. poet, activist, jazz enthusiast, former printer to the Black Panther Party, published the essay "Stream of Consciousness" in the latest "Water" issue of Manorborn. Much recommended.

[pablo42]

Nice one Chris.

[ChrisGeorge]

Thanks, Pablo. Have a great weekend, mate.

Chris

[dazza]

Thanks Chris,

So this goes to prove that you really do have you're best thoughts in the tub, even if you're travelling on the train?

Although, I'm a little dissappointed he couldn't figure out how to work the 'bubbles' [IOW 'wind' - he's composing in the bath] into the verse. ie: "bowels groan like bombs rolling out of a B-52's hatch" Maybe he should've quoted a 'Wellington Bomber' [of dam buster fame] instead? I think that would have been more suited to his composing environment?

[ChrisGeorge]

Thanks for stopping by and commenting, Darren. Much appreciated.

C