Position Paper
The
calf-high
high-heeled
highly-polished
hand-tooled
cowboy boots
are exquisite
but without them
the
emphysemic
pint-sized old
man under his
sweat-stained
ten-gallon hat
would need
to carry an
acetylene
torch in
order to
strike any
sort of spark.
? & !
The thing I find
most amusing
about the on-
line “what _____
are you?”
meme / quizzes
are the
conclusions
people feel
they can afford
to admit to.
Sorry, Aretha
I just don’t know
what to do with
myself so I play
Dusty Springfield
songs in the hope
the son of a Preacher
Man might come
along & take time
to make time & tell
me everything’s
alright, out of sight.
Prescript
I feel no
need to
document my life
fully.
Maybe after I’m dead
I may wish
I had.
But then…..
After I’m dead
somebody
may read
my poems & decide
I have documented
my life
even if
fit-
fully.
Sweet Charity
Is channeled in to her
from some source
more immediate than
Shirley MacLaine. Other-
wise she would take no
note of it. But hearing
the words in a language
with which she is not
familiar but which she
speaks fluently
gives pause.
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I enjoyed these poems!