Joggers intersect
Pups leashed sniff cavort lick
Jack 3-23-12
Apricocks... Be kind and courteous to this gentleman; Hop in his walks and gambol in his eyes; Feed him with apricocks and dewberries, With purple grapes, green figs, and mulberries; The honey-bags steal from the humble-bees, And for night-tapers crop their waxen thighs And light them at the fiery glow-worm's eyes, To have my love to bed and to arise; -Shakespeare: Midsummer Night's Dream
Friday, March 23, 2012
Thursday, March 22, 2012
Pink
Pink
The white not quite
Full moon drifted up
Among the cloud puffs
Pink like Mimosa blossoms
As she pulled her car to the curb
Let you out
Leaving her angry and hurt
Like suicide
As the darkness came
And more clouds
Advancing with lightning on two
Horizons West and North
Trite
Like the Union Army
Approaching Atlanta
And we sat on the rocking porch
As you came to like
Being queer
Full moon drifted up
Among the cloud puffs
Pink like Mimosa blossoms
As she pulled her car to the curb
Let you out
Leaving her angry and hurt
Like suicide
As the darkness came
And more clouds
Advancing with lightning on two
Horizons West and North
Trite
Like the Union Army
Approaching Atlanta
And we sat on the rocking porch
As you came to like
Being queer
Jack
1-7-12
Wednesday, March 21, 2012
Give Me Shotgun
Give Me Shotgun
Yes there are numberless couples
Happy as horses in hay
Making it every day
Thrilled with their spills
Ignoring the news taking their pills
Lighting up their charcoal grills
Bodies twined fresh and supple
Regardless spring buds open
Vegetating sex powders us filling
Our noses choking us like fellatio
With daffodils and goldenrod
The throats of birds slaked with worms
Repeat the chirrup of abundance
Eggs encapsulate their existence
Yes I have had my piece my share
If not my fill
Of horses' play of vegetating sex
Of thrilling spills
Choosing rather than coupling solitude
In a world of sap
Preferring to move
You dare me to ride
Take off on the open road
Your life my life
Merged for a while like fellatio
Be twined fresh and supple
You'll let me drive you say or
Give me shotgun
Jack, 1st day of spring, 2012
Saturday, March 17, 2012
Drunk in the Morning (St. Patrick's Day)
Drunk in the Morning (St. Patrick's Day)
Squares fill with eager faces
Children wearing green their hands
Holding clover
Their parents gather 'round them
Friends all waiting
For the long long long
Parade redcoats with piccolos
Masons with rubies stuck to their bellies
Now and then a ramshackle float
But mostly military troops
And tanks and
High school bands with high stepping
Majorettes avoiding the feces
Of green dyed goats
We make our way through
Throngs large red plastic cups of brew
Sloshing as we walk entranced
To the Green River
To where crowds congregate as if
Waiting for the Coming of the Saint
Of Patrick himself green gowned
Shepherd's crook in hand
Come to chase our green snakes
Away to punish us for letting reptiles
Loose as someone yells
To the girl in green beads and halter top
High on her riverfront balcony
Show us your tits.
Jack
3/17/12
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