Revolution Was About Pussy

Revolution was about pussy

more pussy

strange pussy

better drugs

more drugs

a free spot to crash

All night strategy sessions

Mao’s red book

working Che into the conversation

nodding to the awful obvious music

these rituals were to be practiced

to be endured

The worst were the mass movements

the tribal gatherings

sit-ins were preferable

to the awful marching

the signs and slogans

chanting in unison

And now wandering this Occupation

Grand Circus Park in the 3-1-3

faces are again young & sensual

slumming & kinky in tent city 

a new wisdom permeates

ignore organization 

abandon philosophy

A sleeping bag is hung in the wind

bodily fluids are drying 

a young male in a Sherpa hat

sidles up to a young female 

bowing to cell phone texting 

silently weighing his chances. 

art by Paul Warren

Mark James Andrews lives and writes in Metro Detroit. He is the author of five chapbooks. The latest is At The Ice Cow Queen On Mack from Alien Buddha Press. He is proud to have written the opening poem in Respect: The Poetry of Detroit Music, to have read his poems at Aretha’s Jazz Café and to have worked as a gravedigger, an inspector at a defunct auto plant and a jail librarian.