I am Giorgio Finogle, you
Remember me, I too attempted
A “Pleasures of Peace”, in
Which I wanted to include
Each person in the universe
Discussing their own bag, their
Own bag, ha ha, that’s
How we used to lay
It down, ha ha, back
In the day, ha ha,
But you know the story,
The snarl, the leap, the
Head injury, the stay in
The hospital, how Kenneth just
Couldn’t stop laughing, how hysteria
Transported us all, yes, I
Am that Giorgio Finogle, and
Back in the day those
Were the pleasures of peace,
Now I return to you,
Today is Sunday, 7 plus
9 = 16, I’m Giorgio
Finogle here to tell you
That while there have been
Pleasures, while there will be
Pleasures, they have never been
The pleasures of peace, I
Loved Kenneth, I love his
Poem, to this day I
Think it’s amazingly great, I’m
Glad he got the Peace
Award instead of me, because
If I, Giorgio Finogle, had
Been the winner, I’d have
Had to mail the trophy
Back, the things you can
Learn from a good stiff
Whack, let’s go for a
Walk now, it’s spring and
Very beautiful, no, wait a
Minute, an ambulance has just
Pulled up across the street ...
After the paramedics leave I
Knock on the door, see
If anyone needs help or
A ride to the hospital,
Learn the man who collapsed
(Retired, late 70s, vacuums the
Church 3 times a week,
Takes care of everyone but
Himself) will be all right,
Think: peace or no peace,
I, Giorgio Finogle, will continue
Zhili Byli as an adjunct
To Ko Un's 10,000 Lives,
7 + 9, by the way,
Being Iraqi bodies found this
Morning, according to Yahoo! headlines,
My apologies for ranting, my
Very dear reader, but every
Now and then a shrieking
Fit's exactly what I need.