The Idyllic Summer

As you look back in time
sometimes you just want to reach your arms
around your own self imagined
conjured memories
and hold onto them for as long as humanly possible

Summertime

too many cans of Doctor Pop were consumed
empties rattling around
with that familiar sound
as they crash to the floor and roll playfully

back and forth the man
and the love of his life
went to rehearsal and back again
such innocent love
that I cannot hold it inside me
its emotion must be expressed
and it`s tears of joy must be allowed to spill

Its tragic enough that I can only begin to express
how I feel about this situation

If I could just be a fly on the wall
and take in the goodness of it all

Ah the music and the theatre
so blessed just to get glimpses of it
to be able to play a few songs on the jukebox
and feel the rhythm in my soul

(chirping birds in spring time
croaking frogs along the riverbank
the breeze of the day
suppresses the heat of the sun
the amount of rain
causes the grass to grow quickly

the dog plays in the dog park
to him without other dogs
to play in the park
is one big kennel
outside of the territorial ism
of peeing

I love the breeze
I love the quiet
I love the birdsong)

The reality of the poetry of this title
The Idyllic Summer
was that summer ended
the couple vacated their summer apartment
(which was furnished no less)
and broke up
busted by the frustrations of a long distance relationship

These are the perceptions of a foolish old man
unwilling to accept
to deal with
reality
and willing to spin it
like everyone else
to their own image and likeness

It was just one long
jaded poem
it was a dance and a half

I Wish to take my Dog places

I wish to take my dog places
a simple yet irrational request

He wants to go to the store
He wants to go to the restaurant
and while for a dog these are places of mischief
I can't begin to come close to solving the problem
of separation anxiety
unless these wishes are granted

I believe my dog should be able to go with me to the Latin King
he should be able to go to Dollar General
and he should be able to go the library
in particular the children's section

Now I realize that instead of getting older
I am getting younger
and instead of getting wiser
I am growing more foolish

But consider the parameters of companionship

The world needs more floppy eared friends
and less reality t-v shows about catching big fish with teeth

Our Sixties Ideologies

How dare you smash the illusions of fourty some years ago
you would uncloak these romantic visions
we have of a time frame
that was just as scary
absurd, violent
banal
as the reality of life today
only with a bit more technology

Thank goodness I can recreate that time
in my own image and likeness

WHO Am I where do I live where is my car?

To be there on the street where you live
the approximate location
within striking range

To be even considered to suit up

To be there in the prescense of a wish
that will never come true
to be in the shadow of a reality
that never is or was

I must be content to sit on the park bench
and listen to the birds chirp

To realize that we will always chase
but never catch

But where is my purple car
that I parked a few blocks away
where is that creature I wished to love
where is the dream I once had
and walked out on

I have second guessed myself
I will never rise above the feeling of being half asleep

A Fate Worse Than Winter

It was worse than a driving snowstorm
more depressing than  swirling ground blizzard

Rain in May
coupled with a wind advisory

The rain is blowing verticle

makes you want to crawl back inside the
afternoon naps dream that orginally haunted you

The dog I take care of
he doesn't want to go out in this stuff
niether do I

New Poem

                               Refuge

One of my favorite poem themes is about seeking refuge
spending the rest of the winter at a Marriot Hotel
along the skywalk
spending the rest of the summer on Lake Marie
far from the normal resort life
purchasing my mom and dad`s old place
on South West 11th Street in Des Moines

Three exemplary places of refuge
I could comfort my mom and dad`s ghosts
keep the lawn mowed and the drive shoveled

God what thoughts of absurdity and insanity

I keep doing and thinking the same things
expecting one day for there to be different results
No wonder I stay indoors
laying low
and trying to stay out of trouble

Annabelle Lee

Annabelle Lee

 

 

He hates the rest of the world

in various insane ways

vows to ignore the mainstream

damn the retards

that wander the streets

 

In many ways he was as zealous as John Wilkes Booth

willing to die for an absurd cause

in a world far more semi literate

than it is now

 

A male Emily Dickinson

i'm not going out there

unless I absolutely have too

I will remain in this upstairs bedroom

this upstairs asylum

 

I hear the birds sing

they are much sweeter than some Royal Wedding

and much more joyful

than the so called global warming

touching off killer tornados day after day

 

 

 

New poem

 

Poems Of The Silent Majority

 

 

I have been cranking out the same type of poems about the same tired subjects that concern me ever since begining the process of this respite in high school as a means of being something other than the retard I actually am   For we are all Bozos on this bus and most of the time I prefer to keep to myself and mask my disabilities and dysfunction

The Chicken Dance a new poem

 

The Chicken Dance

 

You had better have music on hand

that is a cut above Polka Music

if you expect people to stand up in their seats

flapping their arms

and moving thier hands together like beaks

and you had better wait until they are drunk

before doing so