TWO OLD GALS
There is a wedge
between
my
Mother(88) & Me(55)
It’s 33
Whenever I tell her
I feel old
she thumps me
and says:
You’re young
Whenever she tells me
she’s old
I just thump her
Think we liked it
better
when I was
11 & she
was my
young Mum
When young & old
were
highly
theoretical
And she
really had it
made –
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Spring 2008
RUN FOR YOUR LIFE IF YOU CAN LITTLE GIRL
There’s nothing like coming home
the way a child comes
home
When home is the beacon
flashing the signal:
Here is your Mother your Father your Dog
Your purple bedroom
Your raggedy brothers
One who has
shaved off his eye-brow
You bound up those steps
like there’s no
tomorrow
And there is no tomorrow kid
That home –
Those child-brothers
The young Mother & Father
will seem figments
of your
waning imagination
someday
So bound up those stairs girl!
Race home
Your black poodle & smiling grandfather
on their
separate chairs
await you
RUN
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Winter 2007
ROCKET GIRL
I can fly
but don’t tell
anyone
Everyone wants to
but few can
If they find out
they’ll probably
crucify me
or something
pretty bad
In any situation
be it attacking
lion –
or ferocious Nazi
I just lower my
head and dive
into the wind
Up there nobody
bad can reach
me –
I’m free
Why not try it?
Only one thing
I forgot to
mention
You must be
dead dream-drunk
Disappointed?
Yeah, me too.
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Winter 2007
DADDY YOU ARE NO LONGER IMPERSONATING MATTER
Elvis died today in 77 My father in 89
3:16 was the time of death I marked it
by sublimating my grief at H&M Of this
I am not proud But I will say it loud and
clear here at 4:16 p.m. August 16, 2012
Daddy’s black hair blue eyes and
Paul Newman cool make me a fool
for every Elvis impersonator in town
Even though his eyes were a deadly blackish brown
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Summer 2012
COME LAY ACROSS MY KNEES ANXIOUS LADY FROM DOWNTOWN
Lance is the High Priest of upholstery
Wept when I said that my mother had
blessed him Fixed our chairs in a day
For $339 he gave me foam seats and
re-upholstered my soul Lance said:
You sigh too much You give too much
You can be one of my flock Lay down
on that threadbare chair and I will
make you sing a different tune
By noon tomorrow you will be brand
spanking new or my name isn’t
Lance The Custom Upholsterer
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