She Spiked Bage…
She Spiked Bagel All booted up and high- Heeled spike are they off to war? Hair half down back to choke Enemy $2.05 count change Randy play cello he No spiked she spiked asking for bagel Like a boy without nads She spiked momma In horse show Hand on hip one bag bagel Chomp…
2 cars
More Failed Lov…
More Failed Love She arranged her thighs as any woman would frolicked With Farah Fawcett hair, or is it Fawn Hall? I made my best pitch, she was Over there by the coffee pots frolicking with The 2 percent milk, I lollygagged on up next to her, careful with my two nostrils and being…
Woman, Potato C…
Woman, Potato Chip She was as cold as A frozen potato chip but I Lassoed her soul with lines from Woody Allen movies Then we did immorality in my brain For in fact She booked it Like a banana peel
woman 5
My, My Woodstoc…
My, My Woodstock I had this job see I wanted to be a spy Even though I was meant to be A junkie marijuana high Was my thing in ’71 When Country Joe and Fish Blew Woodstock the No. 1 Free sex free love my wish
Dance of Unrequited Ankles
Dance of Unrequited Ankles I loved Her in her cowboy boots, Her hair flow curled and just out of the shower or some micro-perm, Her black taught tights, her poncho all brown and black and yellow and gray I loved her allness and mostly her all, but mostly I loved her sex Which I…
chapter 3 of a novel i started
Chapter 3 We were in downtown Istanbul, spies pinging all among whores and prostitutes for 29.95. I had one, maybe two; the government frowns upon federal fornication in Istanbul. Still don’t have a plot. Maybe a murder mystery. Fuck this spy shit. I’m all baked potato and the sun has not yet risen like as…
2 girls
22
22 When the words do not Arrive like a parcel I A sailor blinking At the red and green the Christmas I like the imagery of your poem Said the critic but Your rhyme is forced thus Depleting your meaning and I say I have no meaning the clouds sink And toothpicks …
Their Lips Walk in Boots
Their Lips Walk in Boots I learned that I was lonely in the grocery store, Where the girls all wear boots at night, And though my poems would bore Them, my synapses gone wild, my plight. I tried to talk but my throat got caught I was in the pizza aisle A man or so I…
$7.99
$7.99 I am all mad like the bunny Rabbit a secret agent loosed Upon the world I’m off to Tibet to Bring beauty and justice To the Pyrenees. The girl the associate in the bakery shop More beautiful, Not for her visage but Because she labors and therefore Is beautiful. Give her 55,…
Ding, Dong (a poem in one part)
Ding, Dong I was all agog with Ding-dong bells loosed inside my Dull cranium spinning with plans to Wed in May or February or September and What have you, all. She was/is my Strindberg girl, Ms. Julie, Not unlike a summer’s day who Does not like thieves I swear. Bring me to the altar…
walt whitman dec 15
Love Song 14 Dec 15, I Think
Love Song 14 Dec 15, I Think I was in love like a turtle I like a squirrel ate a nut And I remember mother’s girdle Which she pulled about her butt Now I swear I am Romeo My love I kiss like a dove Or a man from the South on a…