Tuesday, February 24, 2009

Low Kay Shun by John Burroughs

If you see Kay
Tell her I love her
Miss her
Wish she were on the menu

If you see Kay
Tell her I'm sorry
She's not allowed in this venue

Not sure why
Doesn't make much sense
Might have something to do with religion
Or the government.

Her friends Whore and War are welcome anytime
But if you see Kay
Tell her no way!
She can't come.

Most everyone else
Can come til they're dumb though.

A few other folks are welcome as long as
They wear the acceptable contextual clothes:

Dick Van Dyke
Can come as often as he likes
But buy him
Own him
Call him my Dick
And he's not welcome.

Billowy pussy willows
Can blossom and blow as they wish
But own one
Mention that "My pussy will O..."
You'll soon discover
That fair or bare or not
In this place
You're pussona non grata.

My Ps and Qs and I
Are free to come and go
And lie as often as we will

But if you see Kay
Tell her the powers that be
Have had their fill of her
And swill like her
Is barred from the menu
In this venue
By the men who'd rather
Go home and sin you
While warning a word like you
To not intrude on their poetry
Their peach
Pity free dumb of speech
In this low Kay shun.

For those of you that are not familiar with John's work, he maintain two running blogs in addition to a blog where he features the rest of us. I applaud his efforts and hard work and someday I'm going to make it to his open mic and rock it down! Below are his links. There's some fascinating stuff and a wide range of it too. I saw him read this one on his blog and wanted it with the video but the embed html wouldn't work. For now I can share the poem and will try to add the video later. Enjoy!

John Burrough's website

Jesus Crisis Blog

Crisis Chronicles Online Library

link to watch the video on hisspace


  1. Nice to your stuff her John..



  2. Well I thought I left a comment.. I guess I'll have to leave a second.

    Nice to see him here..

  3. It's a pleasure and privilege to see my poem on your esteemed blog. Thanks, Joy!

    This poem was inspired in part by a bookstore that quit having monthly poetry readings because some Xtian folks threatened to boycott the place after they were walking thru the store and heard me reading a poem about Allen Ginsberg "sucking the cock of life." There weren't any kids in the store at the time, or I wouldn't have read the poem. There were other poets who read great off the hook work that night and created unreasonable offense as well - so it wasn't all my poem. Haha!

    Thanks again, Joy! Peace...

  4. http://poetrypoem.com/cgi-bin/index.pl?poemnumber=781053&sitename=charlax&password=&poemoffset=0&displaypoem=t&item=poetry