Those weekly demonstrations in Nob Hill elicit all kinds of reactions: some people honk and most just keep on driving. A few join in...a few join the counter-demonstration. Very few join both.
A past member of five national poetry slam teams, Rich has published four chapbooks of poetry. Like sands in the hourglass, Rich's poetry blends neo-brutalist surrealism with pagan music, sacred nonsense, revisionist history and "truth". Ever had a spiritual awakening on a Ferris Wheel? Rich hasn't, either. Page influences: James Tate, Charles Simic, Wallace Stevens. Stage influences: Bill MacMillan, Sean Shea, Lea Deschenes. Some of his recent work can be found here: www.depoetry.com
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I Will Care About You When I’m Good And Ready
The overcast sky
was hundreds of naked ghosts
on the afternoon of the much-touted
Central Avenue clash
between those who thought Israel was OK
and those who didn’t care for Israel so much,
and though there was the threat of rain
I was in a forgiving mood and wanted to go see a show
so I took a little time off from work to stop by
and have myself a look-see.
Some entertainment value
these people turned out to be!
Turns out I had seen this hand-held film
at least a dozen times already before;
don’t these concerned, superior people
ever stretch their wings and get creative?
It was all so predictable I left the show in tears.
There were strangers of all ages yelling at strangers of all ages;
both sides angry with each other for being angry.
Neither side ever seems to understand that I have needs, too.
So I did what anyone of good conscience would do:
I made sure to visit each side of the street,
holding up my own white cardboard protest sign reading
“PULL UP YOUR PANTS ALREADY;
NO ONE WANTS
TO SEE YOUR UNDERWEAR.”
I keep that sign in the trunk of my car
at all times; it’s worked wonders for me.
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