Penya Sandor

Penya Sandor writes: I am the editor of The Redneck Review, an on-line poetry journal. My poems have appeared in Mudfish, Folio, a Room without Walls, 15 Credibility Street, Incorporated Words, and Artn. I received my Master of Fine Arts in Writing from Sarah Lawrence College. My home is Atlanta and I am a judge for an anthology of new Georgia writing called, "O, Georgia!" published by Humpus Bumpus Books.

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ALLEN GINSBERG WEARS KHAKIS

1994

I saw it

in a GAP

ad in Interview Magazine.

"Picture it:

you're sitting on the floor

Indian style,

surrounding you are piles

of old books.

(We'll even

let you choose

the authors.)

At your fingertips sits

an antique typewriter.

(Maybe we can use yours.)

You're wearing

the traditional

uniform of beatnik

poets -- literary

spectacles, the classic

GAP T-,

a rugged tweed jacket,

and of course --

khaki pants.

At the bottom of the page,

we see

in elegant black letters,

'ALLEN GINSBERG WEARS KHAKIS

1994.'

So, what do you think,

Allen?"

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Death is pretty

for trees.

Fall.

People drive places

to see the

foliage.

People drive places

to see Nana's

dead face in the casket.

It's different.

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For Marge Piercy's Feminist Poem, "In the men's room(s)"

i just don't relate.

what appeals to

you about the men's room anyway?

trust me, i've been there. it

stinks. i was

little and went in by mistake.

a sweaty

man with a mustache, held

up his

penis and laughed at me.

intellectual discourse,

in there?

old

men farting, other men looking,

not washing and shaking

each other's hands,

what makes you want to go

in there?

Penya Sandor