Monthly Archives: April 2013

a short taste, a long taste

a short taste of Miss Spring, brief bittersweet not enough to wet my whistle or wet the thistle— you’re not strong enough, yet   Old Man Winter won’t go away— Mr. Freeze, you bastard your winds whip back to attack our buds … Continue reading

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a hot and hot fish club

look back, Myrtle   a hot and hot fish club old Carolina’s on your mind All Saints could spice it up whatever was on the line a bevy of colorful coots gourmet food lore epicurean pursuits strong drinks, fires festive times for Parish esquires … Continue reading

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she #7, the red bongos

she gave me red bongos for beating hearts day she stoked my rhythm fire, the beatniks just might say now I’ve grown a tiki head terrific with thick quad eyes and pharaoh whiskers all beats beatific slapping rawhide smooth sound … Continue reading

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she #1, or clean love

a sinkful of dishes two weeks old soapy water is soapy slime dirty laundry overflows on the floor of wasted time how often do you change your sheets? about once a month, I chime she— she saved me from my bachelorhood … Continue reading

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punk’d chop suey on Omaha junk chow mein made Medicine Hat funky foo young from Moose Jaw chunky kung pao phat fat stinky tofu Toledo szechuan smells up Saskatoon bird’s nest soup is Amarillo dim sum fights high noon sweet ‘n sour sin Cincinnati peking … Continue reading

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’50 Chevy

heavy sugar sweet fifty Chevrolet fatty hardtop honey child

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one point away from the fishes

one point away from the fishes   bottom of nine two gone— the catcher’s sign my goodbye song   curveball, low inside the plate swing and a miss, Joe same old fate game over, son scoreboard’s a wreck the fun is … Continue reading

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bejeweled

my cobalt skies smell moist the wet sun is gold lamé lapis lazuli liquifies Tiffany’s and Fabergé   diamonds fall in dollop drops from sunshower opal necklaces sexy splashing sapphires manufacture mercury muddled quick silver puddled oily parking lot pools at my … Continue reading

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Hank is rank

Hank is rank he’s tanked and he’s cranked   listen to the rants and raves barfly snippets he’s gotta save writing out the biting waves I cry, I laugh, and more I crave   a pint of the you know gets the juices to … Continue reading

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