Wish she would show me some leg an eighty-year old guy said.
Three of his cousins turned around and flashed old Ed.
He laughed so hard, his teeth flew out of his brittle mouth.
That was hilarious! Said his date, who had come from the south.
They are my cousins; they really got me that time I guess.
Another old greaser said “do I have any chance with Tess?”
Tess gave him a big smile, and shook her head yes.
“I think that’s your answer,” said old guy’s date, Bess.
Categories:
greaser, humorous,
Form: Rhyme
You were all
so different
but it didn’t really matter
because always
I was I
and you
were you
First
you were a surly
fifties greaser
weeping in secret
while plotting
to steal the treasure
from the world’s heart
Next you were
a young man dancing
your jaded way
to success
in colors that did not exist
until you stumbled
all unwitting
on a treasure
hidden deep within
Next
you were a gentle
Argentine
space case lover
of the deeps
who dwelt with me
in tender
and astonished
innocence
And now
you are a crusty old Jew
sitting atop your wall of doubt
laughing out loud
at the way the sun
comes up each day
anew
And I
girl, woman,
wife, mother, and crone
have been
happy for all your company
on the long
way home.
Because it doesn’t really matter
what we think
or say
or do
No matter what has been
still and always
I have chosen you.
Categories:
greaser, divorce, loss, love, marriage,
Form: Free verse
You didn't go to fight World War II in Japan,
You didn't ever go to FAT CITY,
but smooched with a DOLLY
in my washed and waxed Chevy van!
Looking like a real DUCK-BUTT,
you have the looks of a clown, not a CAT...
staring at that long-legged PAPER-SHAKER!
Eat more cereal, ANKLE-BITER!
You didn't learn to drive and lead,
for a grown man that's a NOSE-BLEED!
You didn't go to those night BASHES...
never being attracted to fake eyelashes!
GREASER, PILE-UP-Z'S or GET A LIGHTER!
Put down the HORN you bought at the Country Fair;
don't answer back as you usually do...CUT-THE-GAS,
or AGITATE-THE GRAVEL with quick toes!
Categories:
greaser, brother, family, funny, world
Form: Rhyme
Sometimes, in my journals, I'd just clear my mind and write whatever came to
mind, sublime to ridiculous. One sentence without relation to the other. No
sense of right, wrong, impropriety, or concern if it made sense or not. Once in
awhile you get strange results. Don't know if this will work, it's chancy, but, what
the hell, I'll give it a try...
Wonder why some moments etched into memory for no apparent reason? As a
kid, a rush to be the first to wake up, so we could get on the swings my father
built before anyone else stole the only two seats. fear of nuclear war ever
pervasive... first kiss, first love, first girl... she'll forever be the first, and never
forgotten...enjoying smoking cigarettes...lookin', feelin' so mature...rememorable
New York parks...murder before me 436 madison ave...so easy for one to make
a fool of
themselves...I'm a pro!....being a young "greaser"...childhood baseball...the joys
of candy... climbing sturdy huge elms in front of house. lilacs,
lilies of the valley...swamps ...later...
Categories:
greaser, confusion, imagination, life, nostalgia,
Form: I do not know?