. The Poet's Beat .

. The Poet's Beat .
"A working class citizen is apt to see this country for what it's worth... A miasma of interlocking variations on differing demographics and geographies unlike any other inhabited space in the world. The American Dream. The rolling footloose hills and the upstanding Apache badlands where criminals cut bread with priests and the children of Hollywood. I am no different. Yet I am still brazen enough to think that the world is a playground built by the rugged hands of a hard-working man in order that my fantasies be materialized." -- P.P. Vonnersdale

Wednesday, February 3, 2010

Maybe Some People got Horny and Maybe Some People Called the Cops

This is a scene which occurred on a street corner as a very good friend of mine passed. She described it to me in detail and I was inspired to write this for her. I will not tell of the incident any more so than the poem reveals. The rest is up to your imagination. This is also her birthday present...



Chocolate pudding on the sidewalk,
black viscous gelatin liquid
congealed in human form,
bony old man shoulders –
the kind that shiver in the night,
archaic tree stump,
lightning burned black,
rooted in faded ghetto loafers,
a tall sun-dial,
its molten shadow drips from curb to asphalt beyond,
human like an empty tooth paste tube of
poisoned ooze,
a cowboy hat screw-on cap,
umber colors of tobacco stains and yellow teeth,

green twinge,
red twist,
the street light clicks and the cars start,
his hands held cock-high,
fiddling out of sight from the traffic,
creepy spider’s legs fingers and witch’s nails,
marbles for knuckles,
fingering that coal-black walking cane,
twisted tree limb,
Eve’s frozen serpent,
surprise!
street corner surprise,
like a madman hunched to a public piss,
fervent strokes of simulated masturbation,
or a black fellow crushing beetles on the concrete.

1.28.2010

1 comment:

  1. I'm smiling big! Your description and drawing are more accurate than mine, and you weren't even there (or was it you!?)...wait...

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