I'm a 68 year old white dude, husband, father and grandfather.I became interested in poetry some years ago at a conference given by Robert Bly. I used to live in San Francisco, North Beach, where I soaked up some beat vibes. Lawrence Ferlinghetti was my neighbor for a time. That's why I use the name Friscobeat as my nom de plume. Other than reading lots of poetry, I'm entirely self taught. That can be either a fact or an excuse., I am extremely excited about the possibilities flowing from the Occupy movement. Since I'm not moving around much these days (I'm in wheelchair with MS) and because I want to do something in support, I started a weblog called Poetry Occupying Occupy. You can find it at Http://poetryoccupyingoccupy.com.
Humpty's Last Hurrah
Wouldn’t you say this is getting out of hand?
Is the iron fist we depend on for order losing its grip?
It’s like the thing being held so tight
is breaking into 99 pieces moving
like living grains of diamonds
and squirming through the cracks,
and dropping out all over.
They are in Charlotte bothering
the Bank of America.
They are in tiny Fredrick Maryland near Camp David
where the mighty G8 is hiding out.
In Chicago they are massing
with buses bringing Americans from Boston and San Francisco,
from Providence and Portland Oregon
and the riot police are gathering.
You’ll find them in New York City sitting
with the Native Americans
and standing up to the CUNY and the NYPD
against tuition hikes and police tactics.
In Detroit they occupy foreclosed homes.
They are even gathering for protest in Texas
for God sake.
And on June 20 they’ll occupy the entire world
for a Global Midsummer Festival for a Living Wage.
Is there no stopping these people?
Is there no end to their popping up everywhere?
Whack a mole, whack a mole, whack a mole.
Somewhere I read that all the kings money
and all the king’s men couldn’t put Humpty