Household Poem To Stick In One's Ear

 

Hear, hear— 

Not being an apple, 

 

Poets know writing a poem 

A day never keeps crazy 

Doctors at bay but why 

Should that dismay us, 

 

Especially when our good doc just 

Happens to be one who dances 

Naked before his bedroom mirror, 

Sings softly and raids the fridge, 

 

Eating the plums his sleeping wife was 

More than likely saving for her 

Breakfast but being a perfect 

Gentleman with surfeit pangs 

 

Of regret, leaves a note asking her 

Forgiveness, his mouth bulging 

With cool sweet nothings for her 

And all the world’s nutty 

 

Fruitcakes to hear. 

 

 

 

Minor Ukrainian Rhapsody, March 21, 2022

a pity 

 

you’re not here 

to witness, Doc— 

 

you see not so 

 

much depends 

upon that fire- 

 

baked engine red 

harrow now caked 

 

with coats of maculate 

brown flaking rust beside 

 

a sky-blue pond in which reflected 

puffs of dirty gunmetal grey

 

clouds scud by and no white 

chickens in sight.

 

Why the Squint-eyed Kid Thinks WCW Wore Corrective Lenses

Wasn’t he the one who said that 
Fuzzy No ideas but in things? 
I guess that’s what makes me 
Think there’s something 
Clearly going on round 
The left lens of my specs. 

So what do I see when 
I take them off for a closer look? 
Two stuck red bugs making 
A fucking spectacle of themselves. 
Man, what a relief! 
All this time I thought 

I was merely seeing things. 

Twilight, Hombre

See? 

You left town before sundown, 
But it ain’t dawned on you yet. 

Snippet of Dialogue from By the Road to the Contagious Hospital

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Elsie: 
You say no one to drive the car but 
What the hell, Bill, what’s that 
Red white and blue still upright 
Upholstered bucket seat 
On shoulder of congested arterial 
Doing there? 

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William Carlos Williams' Amulet

--for the children of Gaza, amongst so many others
 

Of the innocent 

image of the grand 
child who entered 
the new world naked, 

now sleeping in 
its grandmother’s frail 
arms, the good doctor 

would have made medicine 
strong enough to ward off evil 
unseeable and still have us 

keep an eye on it. 

Squeeze Play at the Bottom of the Ninth

Oh Doc if only 

I had the strength to show 

The uniformly moved 

There’s not enough power left 

In these sinews 

To delight them, 

Would they settle 

For my laying down 

A perfect bunt? 

Your Just Desserts--Just What the Doctor Ordered!

My dear Elsie, this is just

To say you better

Keep it between you

And me and no

One else—especially

Flossie or else—

You’ll plum get yours too if you

Know what I mean?