In memory, I stand outside
My parents’ bedroom door
To peek at their TV to see
An actor I adore.
It’s Kookie (Edd Byrnes in real life)
On “Sunset Strip” at night,
Way past my bedtime, which is why
I stood there, out of sight.
He died this week at 86;
The obit with his name
Says he was a “TV heartthrob”
And what brought him instant fame
Were his looks and famous head of hair
Which he would always comb,
Inspiring a song with
Connie Stevens and this poem.
So Kookie, rest in peace.
You’ll never lend your comb again,
Though you were sure “the ginchiest”
Of all the TV men.
At the top of the stairs there's a musty room
Full of curiosities weird and rare:
Seashells,
Hummingbird nest,
A globe of all the world,
A two-headed snake kept in a jar,
Newspapers from near and far,
Pinecones,
Octopus,
Drawers and drawers of butterflies,
A fossil rock,
Radio,
An ancient arrowhead,
Many, many books are there, just waiting to be read,
A portrait of a woman fair, his sister, I believe,
And up above your head you'll see
A swooping hawk--it's taxidermy.
Inspired by "Big Daddy" Edd Ingram's collection
27 August 2017
The bee as i watched,
made its way over the fence with a buzz and a bumble
doing its thing,
tasting sweet nectar that flowers bring,
im sure it has a smile on its face,
im also sure it sings as sweet nectar it tastes,
in and out of dappled sunlight it floats,
while whistleing sweet music,
sweet musical notes,
i glance at the dog,
also on the lawn sitting,
as his eyes meet mine,
i sense a smile from him too,
then with taught reflex movement and a snap of the jaw,
one dead bee crashes down to the floor.
the dog sits back,
with a smile in its eyes,
i cant stand those bumbblers,
im sure he contentedly sighs.
don't be a fool
listen to old school
they been there
have lots the share
because they care
i have a uncle name edd
he told me you see
HARDHEAD MAKES A SOFT BED
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