Edison Jennings: One of Many Melodious Songs
An ivy educated American male,
bespoke suited but modest and sincere,
once seated and lighted to good effect
and confident of his look and manner
will, when gently prodded, confess
Edison Jennings: Old Times There Are Not Forgotten
A student at Patrick Henry High, Oakum
asserted he didn’t give a shit about Marse Robert,
Stonewall Jackson, Beaux Beauregard, or any
of them fancy Southern boys
Edison Jennings: Homebound
it wasn’t death that did them part
(that came later), but the lifeguard
at the public pool who parted them
quite easily
Edison Jennings: Flocks of Crowned Spirits
the rich escape to seaside estates
sheltering in place a few sanitized days
behind elaborate wrought iron gates
Edison Jennings: The Cats of Rome
The cats of Rome sleep, feed, and breed
among the tumbled travertine, and slip,
tails high, across the flag draped avenues.
Edison Jennings: The Klansman
An uncle of mine was in the Klan,
but I was never told his name
because the Klan was trashy
