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Wednesday, August 30, 2023

BOOT CAMP POEM/FORT GORDON GEORGIA 

Drill sergeant said 
Stay off Broad Street 
But they went on down 

That Saturday past 
Tattoo parlors 
Massage parlors 

Pizza parlors 
To a bar with 
Cheap beer, met 

Up with these two 
Fine gals who said 
Let's ride out to 

Our place in the country- 
Side for fun, took 'em 
Way out of town 

Robbed 'em both 
Left 'em on the road- 
Side in their BVDs
 
And turned out 
They weren't really 
Even girls at all. 

Not that there's anything 
Wrong with that.

Tuesday, August 29, 2023

NEW ORLEANS UPPER NINTH WARD 2007

If I could fly back thru time
I might hang on a little longer
To that cute young hooker
With the leopard skin panties
Who sneaked back in my place
When my wife came down to
Talk me into moving home
And stole her purse and all
Her credit cards and $40
And all I could say was 
Wow Honey crime sure is bad
Around these parts! Her name
Was Amber. She was a country girl.
MEXICO CITY POEM

I flew away disgraced that day, 
December/cold

My ruined jeep crushed
In Dad's front yard which

He took with poor grace
Rolled in a ditch by

This young gal I was
Teaching how to drive my stick

So I hiked out on foot
At first daylight down

The Hwy 71S to the runway
Where my flight took off

At eight, and half an hour
Before the big jet hit the

Upper drafts, tear-eyed
And worried sick, my mom

Showed up with sandwiches
In a sack in her mother's way

And so I fled the snow and deep dismay
POEM FOR TEXAS BLONDE

Inside your Vagina lies Freedom:
Freedom from Boredom, Security,
Deadlines, Responsibility, Jurisprudence,
Wisdom, Rationality, Equilibrium,
Placidity & Basic Common Sense --
Like, as a wise man once said,
Riding a psychotic horse toward
A burning stable; but still
I miss you from time to time,
My little chickadee.
 HOT AFTERNOON

If you take an empty
Forty-two oz bottle of Olde
English “800” malt liquor
Cap it and sit cross-legged
Up to your chest naked in
An old school swimming hole
Surrounded by placid murk (cold)
Jade green water dragonflies
And pissed-off squirrels up the
Hill the hot round rocks on the
Bank beyond your shade and
If you pull that empty bottle
All the way down and let it go
It will shoot up as high as
Three feet in the air, or
So I'm told
 MERCURY DIMES

O God, O Venus, O Mercury, 
Patron of thieves, give me in
Due time, I beseech you,
A million bucks. A cruise to
Old Atlantis. A sunny wife
With wings and perfect pitch.
A car with fins. Good boots.
Homer Simpson's actual battered
Copy of the I-Ching, notes and all.
A tattoo of the 1968 cover of
"Indian War Whoop" by the 
Holy Modal Rounders. Good teeth.
A double date with Betty AND Veronica.
Sea monkeys that endure. World Peace.
O God, O Venus, O Mercury,
Be the loose change you want
To see in this wicked weary world:
Brother can you spare a dime?

Monday, August 21, 2023

 

MANITOBA SONNET

My beautiful militant lesbian 
Feminist pal from Manitoba
Was couch-surfing thru Arkansas
And stayed a few days with
An old gal at a commune over
Near Brashhears, said they
Were making dinner and her
Host was trying to open a jar
 
Of home-made salsa but
It refused to budge so she
Finally looked at it in disgust
And said, “Fucking men,”
And put it back on the shelf
And they had store-bought instead.

Wednesday, August 16, 2023

 

HOW I MET YOUR MOM
 
I used to know this girl
Would let you suck her toes
For a pack of Marlboro Lite 100's in the Box
 
Nineteen year old girls
Smell like Hope, for sure
She did and when she'd
 
Hit a pause in talk
She'd shout, "I'm telling Mom!"
Which knocked me down
 
On the floor laughing--
She went to Oregon
Last I heard. Wotta doll.

Monday, August 14, 2023

CANTERBURY MOON

When the time of the bramble
Was too fast, I courted hard
'pon Delta Marsh Meadows
But never could find a key
Into her mossy furrows

Not unlike, she said,
The pond upon which
Grass and hedge and stump
Rest, and you 'pon me
If it were to be that way with us

But not so, and here
I sit, a man
Upon his chair,
A photo of a pretty girl
Dark-haired and vixen-eyed,

In winter, lest it was
The Merrie month of May,
Outside at night, and
Ringed about by Chaucerian
Greenblack groves, her face

An oval in the pale moon light

ONE WIFE MAY HIDE ANOTHER (after Kenneth Koch)

One girl may hide a different girl
As one costume may hide a
Different costume come Halloween
Or as one love may hide
A second love, which you
Do not see because you cannot
See behind things like love
Then one finds the second love
Hiding behind the other,
Served in secret, just as
One wife may hide another wife,
One who lingers there waiting,
Waiting for the wife to slip,
To give her then a helpful push,
To see how long she falls and falls
Before you hear her bounce.

Sunday, August 13, 2023

CAT WAR MANIFESTO

It seems Mr Pickles
Loves blue cheese,
Loves it like a gun loves murder
 
Loves it like that Dobbs Ferry Rat,
That bastard his day will come
Hard and fast he keeps at
 
Our cheese our bowl
Laid out late of night
By Mr Big House Man
 
For us, not for that
Damned Dobbs Ferry Rat
Our crunchy feast 
 
Nor Old Possum Jones
Who's Mr Guts and plays dead
When caught mouth full
 
Of our grub, our crunchy bowl
Ours not theirs, ours,
Our blue cheese:
 
Kill kill kill!
I see things from
The under side now.

Friday, August 11, 2023

Poem For Hawaii (in the style of Don Blanding)

 

In the land where the trade winds gently kiss, Where waves and skies weave nature's perfect bliss, A tempest of fire, fierce and wild, Innocence and beauty tragically defiled.

Amidst the palms and hibiscus blooms, The flames did dance, dispelling nature's tunes, But even as destruction sought its way, Resilient spirits rise to greet the day.

For Hawaii's heart beats strong and true, From Mauna Kea to oceans of brilliant blue, In unity, they mend what was torn, Rebuilding the land where aloha is born.

Through tears that fall like gentle rain, Aloha 'aina, love for land, shall remain, With hope renewed, from ashes it springs, Hawaii's spirit soars on phoenix wings.