A Wheat Penny by Benjamin Griffin
Is it valuable
it it even current coin
that’s what you say about a wheat penny
frozen assets frozen architecture
and frozen Sara Lee chocolate cake EATEN RAW
(don’t look for me in this one, folks
I’m not in this one)
I armed myself against indignities!
they were obsolete
when I was born
obols
to speed the dead
some of them
made a big impression
Now Leonard Bernstein, that was ’89 for certain sure and I read it at a breakfast place on Shattuck, it’s all panhandlers now. They seemed to make the world bigger, then
(obituaries,
not panhandlers)
I guess that poetry has shot its bolt on Lincoln
on wheat, too
I bought that Brahms on Deutsche Grammophon just because its cover reminded me of a gold medal
and the Drake Brasse a forgery (alasse)
O trespassing o skateboarding, o Impromptu Speaking!
it’s been a long time since anyone asked am I “black”
people like me
look like this
so what has WILDERNESS to do with thee or me,
or wildlife either, what kind of experiment is it
where you grow corn for forty years?
the first time I felt my own heat I knew what it meant
I can always
get
where I was going later
Benjamin Griffin is from Berkeley, California. He was educated in the public schools there, and at Cambridge University. He is an editor at the Mark Twain Project in the Bancroft Library, Berkeley, whose most recent publications include the Autobiography of Mark Twain. In addition to poetry he has published essays on Shakespeare, Nietzsche, Tudor prose, and folklore.