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.