Whitman and a friend discussing manly things, probably about hunting and building cabins, but mostly women and spooning liberally with them
Poetry how Whitman would have it! By the masses! With elections! Ballots! Babies kissed on the lips! And like real elections, the worst will be taken out and paraded in front of your eyes.
My rhyming, sing-song poem, "A Failed Vacation" (my "Plan Nine," if you will), is up for a vote on the blog 80s Adolescent Angst. The text of the poem is on the site, and the voting is in the upper left-hand corner. Show it some clicking love!