Long Crew cut Poems

LAST YEAR OF HIGH SCHOOL
As I was finishing my senior year in high school 
I knew I wanted out.
I wasn’t going to college. No desire or grades.
I was 18 after all, almost 19
Everyone asked, “what...

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My childhood of the 1960's,
all those years ago,
feels like a Saturday in my
journey nostalgic.
The Cowsill's song "Flower Girl,"
their purity of song, of smiles.
A daydream streams,
of running in a field wearing
my Keds,
a sea of daisies and...

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I (a youthful sexagenarian)
can no longer quip being
a country boy at heart,
but me as urban cowboy,
I declare would never 
so fuhgeddaboudit dear reader
nothing 'cept bucolic existence
laboring organic garden
harvesting fruits and vegetables
by the bushel and quart
constitute...

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Canon Beach Oregon 
Present Day

Silver rain wrapped her following fingers around Douglas Firs.
Ocean was the ballerina dancing.
Flash after flash she took pictures of nightfall landscapes while hanging upside down on her third story deck.
Suddenly to...

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To my future boyfriend I do not want a “price charming”. I do not need to be rescued from this ivory tower that I have built around myself to protect myself-worth and esteem that so...

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an unexpected and unwanted child
who should have had his own basket
to float down the Susquehanna
hopefully into loving arms
rather than to drown in tears of sorrow

yet even the worst tide 
holds a treasure
beneath its murky waters
for...

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The classroom door snapped shut.
Students looked up from their work.
In walked a teen with a red crew cut.

I listened to the sound made by his boots on the floor,
And watched as he strolled to the...

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Why spoiled misses princess...
never wishes to awaken from pleasant snooze

Appellation (with trailing switchback
and/or additional colorful turns
of phrases) emphasizing assigned
nom de plume "princess goldilocks"
hardly flattering compliment

gently aforementioned sobriquet mocks,
jabs, and stings painful as botox
analogous when the...

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In the spirit of lowered expectations,
loyalty that’s street corner bought
This Oval Office recommendation
was given very little brothel thought

It was stamped with misogynist approval:
he’s a mighty fine spouse beater, first-rate
Just a good professional, abusive soulmate,
no need...

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And I cried like a girl

when a body is pulled out of a river, or 
the sea,” it’s just like a big piece of soap”
my dad told me, a police-man for thirty years
who battled drunken...

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Packed all our bags and into the car 
A family of eight a dog from the bar
My father a publican hard worker as wife
deserved all their holidays each year of their life

We struggled and pushed...

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My Little Detective

 
I saw and first heard
It roared like T-rex and whistled like bird
Underneath the wooden stand shall appear
A finely built little boy wearing a crew cut hair
 
Far away to the place I...

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The maiden was carrying a basket
it was full of sweet flowers for market
once she got there she places a blanket
then lays the bunches around a casket

A toff came along and got one for Ascot
he doffed...

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01 March 2011


Just Like Father


For every single day, you’ve watched me
Remember how’d I express my thoughts
My feelings you would express as yours
Daily routine, together we stumbled to practice

In your humming, I fondly put words and...

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Lines for a Female Psychiatrist
 

Perhaps when I’m better I’ll discover
you aren’t married, after all,
and I should be better by Spring.

On that day I’ll walk
down Michigan Avenue
and up again along the Lake,
my back to the...

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It doesn’t take much:

rustling bed covers

a whiff of Old Spice

menacing tattoos,

and I travel

backwards in time,

heart clinched with fear

my hands suddenly small and helpless,

nothing but gulping gasps

where my breath should be.

Your hair oil

Your manicured nails

Your bristly...

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Oh how I love to look at those stripes.
They don't look quite wrong, But they don't look quite right.

Horses? We wonder, what happened to their mane?
A crew cut it looks like. A black and white...

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I liked her; she was a strong women,
she could bench press 200 Ibs.
We drifted apart
I heard she  got into female sumo wrestling,
I guess that should have been a red flag.
We still corresponded on Facebook.

When...

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She was a strong women,
she could bench press 200 Ibs.
We drifted apart
I heard she got into female sumo wrestling,
that should have been a red flag.
We still corresponded on Facebook.

When she changed her name to Butch,
and...

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All that hair 
trapped in a braid  
silver to the waist
Opal this morning
nude in the mirror
brings the braid up
between her breasts
and around her neck,
a python of her creation

that she promised Elmer
she would cut off
for...

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The mirror’s morphed me   SEE

I mimed__ the black- button eyes
sewn on it seems,      as if in a dream
  A dream of the acid kind__

  Belay! That...

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8 June 2012 4:33 pm

Piggy tails and finger in nose
eyes so blue an untied shoe

crew cut hair and dirty socks
running jumping don't care about clocks

red baseball outfit and soft cleated shoes
haveing too much fun to...

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