He was a dandy, a coxcomb, a fop.
Fashionable without one inch of slop.
But when undressed
was not caressed
Genital area horrible mop
Categories:
coxcomb, men,
Form: Limerick
The first born spoke memories of my birth.
He remembered O’Toole [our father] spinning gravel
at the corner of Deerfield and Glenwood blaring
Dixieland Jazz from the AM radio of the red Rambler,
“Outamyway Wegota Yankee Doodle Dandy. . .”
I was born on the 4th of July. I was a month late.
I was the sixth born [in seven yrs.] and afterthought,
the second sister who wasn’t.
A left handed devil (according to the Catholics.)
Someone to wait at home for the other five.
A willing conspirator. Someone to shoulder the blame.
I had coxcomb eyes and a pirate’s smile.
I liked to dis-assemble travel clocks.
I looked like any sibling I stood next too.
I was very smart but would not amount to much.
I bought into the myth of the family.
And the Dixieland band just played on. . .
Categories:
coxcomb, absence, adventure, age, america,
Form: Free verse
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Coxcombic male meets glamorous Marilyn Monroe
Categories:
coxcomb, funny
Form: Epigram