Tuesday, November 15, 2011

NOVEMBER 15, 2011

by Holly Anderson


Never give in.
Never give up.
Sometimes civil disobedience
does smell like shit.
Sometimes civil disobedience
does smell like unwashed bodies.
Sometimes civil disobedience
does smell like cheap, roll-your-own tobacco
and halitosis and sad-eyed rescue dogs.
Sometimes civil disobedience
does smell like garbanzo beans on a fresh-made salad
dished out by an unemployed goddess
who sleeps rough in Zuccotti Park
for all of us.


Holly Anderson
is a NYC poet and lyricist anthologized in Up is Up But So Is Down: New York's Downtown Literary Scene, 1974-1992 (NYU Press 2006) forthcoming in early 2012 is The Night She Slept With A Bear from Publication Studio, Portland, OR. 
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