Ed Sanders Poem

Let’s bridge the gap between the ones who kept time and those who think with their hipsThe sands of the new shore that’s eternally temporary, lets start the fugueWhen the festival arrived, the sands never lacked eloquence, they never lacked opinionThe sands say he was imperfect, but he was generous

We have in common our curved thoughts, and our curvier words

Let’s leave Missouri and move to New YorkAnd I’ll write my poem from jailOn toilet paperAnd when I’m free I’ll put up a finger With text for the artsAnd Graduate in NY,NY

I will print anything, print print anything, but stop when I am thirteen I will print anything, print print anything, but stop when I am thirteen

Civil rights created the silly three, but lead the good fight