Purvis you captured me doing taxes in my parking lot catering to my panty drawer looking for cigarettes I never smoked silence abodes over the treasury department lunch break wingtips flew in and carried my lipstick case back to the source Elliot ness I craved you beneath the score on Rush street the theater where John Dillinger blood ran fast through the fire hydrant waters above the cities streams where scores nestled down over mosticholli noodles I called you in the silence of my rapture unseen unfelt unmeasured an yet you counted every heart beat finally the match lit it all up
Categories:
dillinger, allah,
Form: Naat
I am the empire state
Building opens.
I am Nazi Germany
Invades Poland.
I am the 21st amendment
Ending prohibition.
I am Life magazine's first
Addition.
I am the Star-spangled banner
National anthem.
I am Lindbergh's son kidnapped,
No ransom.
I am the great dust bowl
Event.
I am Franklin Roosevelt as
The President.
I am the Golden Gate Bridge
Is complete.
I am John Dillinger gunned
Down in the street.
I am the San Francisco
Ballet opens.
I am Amelia Earhart flies
Across the ocean.
I am Alcatraz opens it's
Doors.
I am Hitler becomes Fuhrer
And starts the wars.
I am Alcoholics Anonymous
There is a better way.
I am the FBI born,
Hoover seized the day.
Turbo1904
Categories:
dillinger, history,
Form: Rhyme
John Dillinger had a gold gat
And wanted one rat-a-tat-tat
But Santa knew
Rittenhouse, too,
And thought we had enough of that!
Categories:
dillinger, chicago, christmas,
Form: Limerick
An enduringly charming singer,
His heard voice did linger,
His conquering kicks of a Ninja,
To The Despairing, a ginger.
Wondrously effusive a singer,
His lyrics a bell ringer
And to millions, their Bliss Bringer:
Losers to the heists of Dead Dillinger.
His rhythms rolled the ball of God Wingers,
The strings of his guitars plucked by practised fingers.
Every handed Grammy,
For his doted - upon mummy,
Some of the songs he did tailor,
For his Elizabeth Taylor.
For the most part doubly likeable,
And a character quite believable,
Save for the wanton plastic surgeries,
Describable in terms of body forgeries…
It had to be a Virgo’s tinkering with one’s health,
In same willing to sink unthinkable wealth.
Categories:
dillinger, celebrity, character, confidence, confusion,
Form: Rhyme
I salute you brother of mine
One whose venomous bile
Sends shivers down the spine
Of spineless rank and file
I have never known you
But like William’s “18”, your
Legend lives on afresh and new
Telling tales of valour and rancour
Singlehandedly, you transformed Be-neen
Into a Bend-Hell; singlehandedly,
You made the state’s purse quite lean
Only to spend your loot foolishly
Like Samson, you had a Delilah
Like Achilles, you had the heel
Expecting you to be caught very far
From home, like a complacent eel
You were tangled in the net
Reclining in the recess of expired nipples
Dousing my awe and admiration. How wet!
Your fame is lost among the ripples
Commander-in-thief that you once were
You died like a mere beggar in the street
How disappointing! From stag to mare
You lost your crown by being indiscreet
Daredevil, bank robber, kingpin
Notorious criminal – the infamous Anini
The Dillinger of your time – a King
Dethroned by men on one knee.
Categories:
dillinger, art,
Form: Ballad
The box car is full of noise
white and black owls hoo-ing in the night
midnight almost here
Dice being slammed
fifteen!fifteen!
College yuppies talkin' loud
too loud for my ears
Flocks of good looking gals
of all ages, golden blonde hair
Big wide eyes transparent
to anyone different, ignorance
is not Bliss!
Not in this case
too many peeople boarded
in the desert
There goes John Dillinger
with a bride and fire of flames
The cowboy sits quite
across the table
of liquid toxicity
and coffee grounds
Look into the pocket
new pair of seein' specs
Great Luck!
Observin' the crowd
in this box car ramblin'
from afar, yet sittin'
a foot away
A ghost among the fog
restless
in the heated square
of America, fall
fall America!
America Rise
Rise! Rise!
Categories:
dillinger, travel,
Form: Free verse
They buck and jump and belly roll—
Throw a lariat of snot—
They twist and throw them big ol’ horns
With everything they got!
They’re Bodacious, Yellow Jacket—
The world’s best bull buckin’ stock—
They’re Werewolf Snuff, Blueberry Wine,
Dillinger and that Kid Rock!
They put the bucks in bull ridin’—
Rode by cowboys with no fear—
Got B.J. Kramps and Chris Shivers—
I’m just glad I’m sittin’ here!
And if I’d been a bull rider—
I’d rode those big bulls it seems—
But I like this ol’ rockin’ chair—
Still dreamin’ bull ridin’ dreams!
Categories:
dillinger, animals, cowboy-western, funny,
Form: Cowboy Poetry