Monday 11 November 2019

1 Poem by Alan Britt


Flax seed, one worthy of Jupiter’s

carpenter blue light.

Nickel coin, hole drilled thru copper skull.

Dehydrated verbs & adjectives like

onions dying to be caramelized.

Groundhog bloodies its teeth

against 14 gauge galvanized steel,

blueberry blue, positive there

is no afterlife.

Nonprofit, the latest ruse, Fidel posing

as cottonmouth along the Intracoastal,

Ft. Myers, nestled between the overthrow

of Guatemala circa Eisenhower & circa

who gives a flying fuck, circa who gives

one, anyway?


Preferring to "lean and loafe at his ease," Alan Britt is troubled by the corruption and ambivalence that permeates the Great Experiment, so politically speaking he has started the Commonsense Party, which ironically to some sounds radical. He believes the US should stop invading other countries to relieve them of their natural resources including tin, copper, bananas, diamonds, and oil, also that it’s time to eliminate corporate entitlements and reduce military spending in order to properly educate its citizenry, thereby reducing crime and strengthening the populace in the manner that the Constitution envisioned. He is quite fond of animals both wild and domestic and supports prosecuting animal abusers. As a member of PETA, he is disgusted by factory farming and decorative fur. A graduate of the Johns Hopkins Writing Seminars he now teaches English/Creative Writing at Towson University.

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