Tuesday, July 14, 2009

Poem: Laissez-faire


                                  1

 

you quarreled with my father

        economists and second cousins

 

and we never saw you much

       but I remember Paris

             after your latest ski trip

                      you puffed packs of Gaulois

                             touted your prowess

 

                                        and looked up

                                               each leg

                                                        plastered

                                                         high

 

                                                               over the

 

 

you had Parisian style

       (I loved your daughter)

           worked for the O.E.C.D.

 

                        and ended your life

                               a gnome of Basle 

             

                                  2


laissez-faire man

      

            your wife and all your Philadelphia friends

                     were commies once

 

and you were called

       before the McCarthy Committee

                  set in the box

 

                        flashbulbs popped

                                         Bobby Kennedy took notes

 

no, I did not attend a party

        at Mortie Gilbert’s

            Friday, January the First, 1943

 

                      flashed on a toast

                                   and fainted dead away

 

                                          and took a job in Paris

                                                 the next day

 

 

 

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