Anti-Poem — “Baxter Street Monday”
me trudging walking
gripping onward forward
traipsing baxter street monday
and its steep inclines
going up like a dizzy sparrow
passing vertical merry go rounds
the sly moulin rouge turnabouts
that sip spit with maraschino endives
scanning thighs ripe with hard-ons
the stoner pink boys
lost in rainbow cul-de-sacs
lost amidst the traffic tirades
the propelling grind of accelerators
up up and onward everlasting
floating hovering over shy ascensions
in ravenous echo park
me scratching grinding like steel death
holding tight the skin wheel
trudging baxter street monday
the morning reality suspensions
the daily cyclotron of kidney exertions
of ascending footsteps moving skinward
now racing down baxter street monday
descending and plummeting
passing vertical merry go rounds
the sly moulin rouge turnabouts
i see my sista rosa gonzalez
she be screaming down with wet wings
sending love bouquets to my los angeles
Categories:
baxter, life, memory,
Form: Free verse
If Long-Practicing Baxter
Were truly a Kung–Fu Master,
Wouldn’t his kicks be faster,
His praises sung by some raster,
His rivals split like a castor,
Restoration Prayers of a pastor?
If Baxter is Shaolin Master,
Why wear the hugest, ugliest plaster,
Around walk with an unsightly wound,
More troubles face from foes ruined;
A headache like plants not pruned
And to clearly longer rests attuned?
Let me, some day, through a newscaster
Learn that China judges Baxter, Shaolin master.
Categories:
baxter, adventure, health, recovery from,
Form: Rhyme
That dog bares his teeth
but don’t you know, he’s nose to nose
with a very long kid
who grew up with him
I try to rub his fur
as he runs along, never looking back
meanwhile he
plays kissy-kiss with the linebacker
I grab him bold
a paw stumbles over each hand
his teeth in a fitful state
scores my forearm and hand
Still if I have a chip,
he hears the crunch, knows I might toss
it on the floor
because he goes all in if I finger-feed
I picked up the Sports page,
not to hit, I’d never…
but to put between me and him
does the trick
The kid’s not the alpha…
neither am I, but someone better be.
My sis snatches him up,
“Good Dog, Baxter.”
Who are you kidding…bad dog…bad dog
but he’s a nice bit of fur,
looks like an ewok —
he’s working it for a chip…
1/10/2022
*Name of the dog’s changed to protect the innocent
or is it the guilty…lol
Categories:
baxter, animal,
Form: Free verse
dewdrops are sparkling over cactus thorn
like icy diamonds this misty morn
cold desert wind through the Mesquite trees
the sweet smell of sage lingers in the breeze
as the sun climbs past invisible clouds
the burning sky melts the misty wet shroud
mercury is high but the air is dry
somewhere under the tangerine sky
Categories:
baxter, beauty, imagery, morning, nature,
Form: Rhyme
Words of Warner is the title of my second book, coming soon
Author, songwriter, musician, producer, philosopher, poet
Recognized as a poet of merit International Society of Poets
Nominated as poet of the year 2007 by The Society of Poets
Editors choice award, Howard Ely managing editor poetry.com
Romance rhyme rant ribaldry rhythmic lyrics patriotic and more
Collection of titles
Bazooka Joe is Gum, Belated, Be Kind, Big Brown Eyes
American Time, Arizona spring, ABC's of Pie, Amazing
X rated: Hedgehog, Miss Honey Lynn, **** star Prayer
Tumultuous Traveler, Tom’s a Peeper, Time, Tomorrow
Easter Acrostic, Every day is Father's day, Easter Cross
Rock ‘n Roll Dream, Renegade Man, Rising from the East
and so much more
Categories:
baxter, books, dedication, identity, me,
Form: Name
This is a Limerick about Baxter the Bunny,
an animal comic that Spike thinks is funny
I've seen him before
at the Comedy store,
I wonder if he makes good money
Categories:
baxter, animals
Form: Limerick