Oh Captain! My Captain!

and one hundred other lines to get into a dead presidents pants. In honor of President's Day and this being the bicentennial of Lincoln's birth, why not read
Oh Captain! My Captain! - by Walt Whitman. Nobody is sure to this day if Whitman was referring to Abraham Lincoln or his own penis.

Here are some poems penned by yours truly:

I'm longing for the green things
the seldom ever seen things
which float on eyelids
warily waiting

underneath the microscope
their life is scattered
splattered
look toward the edges
but by all means be coy

the observer often spoils
the experiment
by presence alone
but take heart for they will wait
to push forth in beauty

If I admit the green things
the seldom ever seen things
Will they disappear?

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Graceland

Breathing heavy
stick in hand
playfully snarling like a beast
the muscles contract to explode

no barks, just running
a graceful determined gait
a celebration
of function and form

the weightlessness of repetition
of momentous momentlessness
be mindful of your breath
being here is victory