Long Deville Poems
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Positively Preposterous Puckheads...STILL!!!
Boy! They sure don't drive no Coupe DeVille.
My wife dragged me here against my will,
I just, Touched Down! in Palookaville!
Her Uncle Buck, buck-teethed and busted bunions,
Always smelled just a bit like onions.
He'd cuss me out while eating Funyuns!
Yep, that Codger's one big Curmudgeon!
Aunt Tildy, wore garters with lace tassels,
Bought lavender soap by the passels!
Had dreams of Knights at White Castles,
And she tells my wife, I'M the ASSLE!
Cousin Clem, I call him "Phlegm," ain't right in the head!
He's thirty-five! and still wets the bed!
And his folks still wonder why he's not wed!
I don't care what that Doctor Phil said!
Last, but not least, is that beast they call Boo!
That cur must be older than...Twenty-Two!
And bowels!...Man, that mutt sure could poo!
As luck would have it...he spackled my shoe!
Damn! Sun's setting, they're sweating, and I'm stuck here...STILL!!!
Oh Lord, please send me that Coupe DeVille!
I might as well start writing my will!
There's "Nightmares Galore" here in Palookaville!
who isn’t you
wise readers
will know the difference
I want a narrator
more unsettling
than Nabokov created
for ‘Lolita’
I want a narrator
to cringe at
while sympathizing with
I need “milk plus”
from ‘Clockwork Orange’
while I learn the dialect
of Anthony Burgess
before I ruin Beethoven
It takes sustained energy
to hate a character
while never forgetting them
“My vanity
was the cause
of it”
I still wink at you,
Moll Flanders
a woman too clever
for shallow understanding
My “androgynous mind”
will have to be enough
for adequate love,
Virginia Woolf
I have all the worst intentions:
devious dialog
with peppered,
cutting
fashion statements
to make phantom readers
laugh and scowl
Cruella Deville
taught me everything
one late afternoon
in August
while we hunted swans
over toast points
and caviar
I think Annie is going to shoot me.
She smiles and winks;
this is what she does best,
the little lady is deadly accurate
and pert with it.
She takes aim. "Right ear." She says.
Bang! Her Winchester
explodes my ear.
She laughs girlishly
tells me to wake up,
but the dream is way too interesting
and I stand there dripping blood
until she magically replaces it.
We go to a lake,
recline on a mattress of meadow daisies
while she relates her life story,
I already know it
and just want to make out.
Annie sings a lullaby
a crow taught her in the Ohio wilderness.
"Would you rather have a 1960's
Coup Deville Cadillac
or me?" She says suddenly.
My hesitant silence speaks volumes.
I ask: What color?
The feisty gal
kisses me with her Kathrin Hepburn lips,
then shoots my ear off again.
I've always been a mellow
type of fellow
Laidback like dem seats
in that Cadillac
Yeah! Real chill like that
sleek '73 Deville
Even as a little boy,
The jukebox was my toy
Sweet rhythms of life
abating all ills and strife
A manchild in a candy store
Robust bass, lovely strings, classy keys,
Harmonic horns...Need I say more?
No worries! I will continue___
so vast, so deep, so true
Riding that old country road,
just shaking off the load
Hip-Hopping to the urban ghetto
Tupac and Biggie fo sho'
Miles and Miles of Trane
jazzing through the sun and rain
Blues up, blues down, blues all around
Willie Dixon and that Chess Records sound
Feeling it deep in my spirit and heart
The voice of Mahalia Jackson I can't depart
Luther Vandross to Bob Marley
Bob James to Uncle Charlie
Madonna to Marvin Gaye
Earth, Wind & Fire to Coldplay
Jimi Hendrix to Janis Joplin
Stephanie Mills to Phil Collins
Blondie to Muddy Waters
Whitesnake to Crystal Waters
The Beatles to Bobby Bland
Sam Cooke to Duran Duran
Jackie Wilson to Jackson 5
Otis Redding to the Maroon 5
Cassandra Wilson to the Doobie Brothers
Earl Klugh to the Pointer Sisters
Regina Belle to James Brown
Patti LaBelle to Chris Brown
(Pause)
Man! I think I'd better stop
Before I start talking about Prince
and the King of Pop
But I have a confession to make
Please hear me out; it's not fake
I can't help it; I'm a melophile
Now, excuse me while I go tune
in for a while
WELL I NEVER DROVE CALL ME OLD SCHOOL BUT I WAS BORN AT HOME IN BLIZZARD 1963 IN CHICAGO DURING A CIVIL RIGHTS RIOTS SADLY IT WAS DANGEROUS I WENT TO HEADSTART IN DARK SEDANS WITH FOUR GUARDS IN DARK GLASSES IT WASN'T SAFE TO DRIVE I GREW UP IN A ERA WHERE CAR BOMBS IGNITED KINDERGATERS IN CHURCHES KIDS WERE BEING DRAGGED BY POLICE CARS SIRENS FIRE TRUCKS I NEVER FELT THE NEED TO DRIVE I WAS ALWAYS CAR SICK ALLERGIC TO GAS AND FUMES I JUST THOUGHT CAR WERE DIRTY GREASEY I CAN'T HELP IT SO FUNNY I GREW BELIEVING WOMEN SHOULDN'T GET THIER WHITE GLOVES DIRTY PUMPING GAS OR GET WRINKLES FROWNING IN TRAFFIC HONKING HORNS O THOUGHT WERE MEAN YELLING SCREAMING IMPATIENT PEOPLE AS A LITTLE GIRL I MADE UP MY MIND I EOULD NEVER DRIVE BESIDES BACK THEN MEN DROVE SEDANS STATION WAGONS OR THE NEXT BEST THING YELL TAXI AFTER GROWING UP MY ANXIETY JUST WOULDN'T LET ME DRIVE I COULDN'T SEE MYSELF DRIVING SO NO I WOULDN'T BE CAUGHT DEAD DRIVING A CHEAP HYUNDAI FUEL COVERED A HONDA A GAS GUZZLING FORD A SLOW DRIVEN WATERBED CALLED A LINCOLN CONTINENTAL I LOVED THE CADILACS MY FAVORITE WAS THE SEDAN DEVILLE THE COUP DEVILLE WHAT ABOUT THE ELECTRIC 225 HUGE CAR MY UNCLES DROVE THISE ON THE SOUTH SIDE OF CHICAGO WHEN THEY WEREN'T DRIVING ICE CREAM TRUCKS WE WOULD ROLL TO JACK N THE BOX IN GERMANY I ROAD THE STRASAS THE MONORAIL INTO ITALY I ADORE TRAINS I FEEL BLESSED THAT I NEVER DROVE A CAR I CERTAINLY HAVE NO NEED TO START SO PLEASE DON'T THREATEN ME WITH YOUR INITIALS JCBHPADTWNYQ KIND OF STUPID BUT IT IS WHAT IS I LOVE WALKING RIDING MY SCHWINN WITH A BASKET FUMES ARE DREADFUL I LITERALLY HAD TO CARRY BARF BAGS RIDING WITH FATHER GRANDFATHER UNCLES FUMES VETY HARSH WHEN YOU'RE ALLERGIC TO CARBON MONOXIDE I AM BLESSED I HAVE ALWAYS HAD A DRIVER 1963 LINCOLN TORQUOISE ENTERIOR I THANK GOD I WAS WELL PROTECTED FOR RECORD I NEVER KNEW INTITIALS WERE USED TO SIGN DRIVERS LICENSE I THOUGHT INTITIALS WERE FIR INSURANCE DOCUMENTS AND FRAUDULENT DOCUMENTS WOW INTITIALS ON DRIVERS LICENSE OKAY I WILL PASS THAT ON GOOD INFO TO KNOW
before I started writing
what I call
"poetry."
Whatever standards that
aspires to,
I don’t meet or greet.
My favorite Disney characters,
are the Walt Disney villains,
the cartoons whom
I will never talk to,
laugh, or banter with.
Cruella Deville:
you make me smile
and wish I was
your partner in crime.
Captain Hook:
let me be your bedfellow,
and curl your mustache
with my tongue.
Show me your
rancidness,
Scar, and let me
show you mine.
Jeremy Irons,
I am your
suckling pig,
smoked, and ready.
Ursula, you are
the queen
of my heart.
My woman of six
tentacles,
and two arms
equals eight.
Sing, and sway
your hips
and I will sacrifice
my voice to you,
any day.
I love the child in me
more than the scraps
(the rest).
Is that “as good
as it gets?”
Anti-Poem — “The Membrane Electric”
(Poet’s Instruction: Play “Two Thousand Light Years From Home” by The Rolling Stones, while reading this anti-Poem)
susie and billy tripping into arterial los angeles
sloshing their young gonads with diet-rite cokes
riding now in his ‘72 cadillac deville on highland
susie’s in the front seat wearing a pink mini skirt
she’s swaying madly to the outrageous music
creating stardust sandwiches for the bewitched
the stones are jamming on 8-track with majesties
jamming and scratching the membrane electric
keith playing electric bass now with a mind claw
relax baby this is music from the perfume places
the bending plastic places where time oozes onward
sprinkling the silent cosmos with this gushing music
this atomic slide with mick jagger and the blues boys
brian hypnotizing death with mellotron madness
it’s so very lonely when the streets aren’t blinking
susie and billy careening now past the neon tributaries
this stunning urban interlude with handjob milkshakes
hey baby relax let’s just kick back and ride this music
this very cool mind slosh with charlie and billy too
ride easy baby as we slide into the membrane electric
yeah honey we’re two thousand light years from home
susie’s swaying now closing her eyes loving the stones