Long Gams Poems

Tina-Louise dashed into a tattoo parlor   
And asked for some ink in the shape of a flower.       
Much below the knees so my mom doesn’t holler;
Would you...

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Word Quintet in C Major

By Stark Hunter

Open the door my friend,
Climb on in,
Join me here in this relentless caravan,
This unstoppable, this incontrovertible, 
this inexorable movement,
To the depths of the dry gulf.
Join me here my friend,
In...

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dang,
grandma    was a real hubba bubba-
killer-diller
khaki wacky   boycrazygirl

a spiffy    hot damn    hoofer

during the dark hours of WWII
and the devastation
followed with
unrestrainedjubibilation
beat me daddy eight to...

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That Day In ‘73

That day in ‘73 was as clear and pristine as glass ice,
Torched by a brace of smitten souls falling in love.
There was no lush music to be heard in this duet,
No swiveling...

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I may be all wet, but I sure ain't no bluenose!
And, while it's none of my beeswax,
Let's have a bull session-lesson !
Take a gander around, and tell the guy with the cheaters
I'll give him an...

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Secrets Of The Pink Floss Diary

Pink bubble-gum lip gloss is my signature smack and my best plan of attack.

Italian pumps of the best design prop up my gams, 
making them look as if I ran...

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dance …

dance, the dragon
I watch intently, as if it taunts me
your perfect calf, its tattooed home
gams surround you on the
dance floor like a forest of velvet flesh
hopping, darting, spinning …
the small hummingbird on your
other ankle...

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Talk the Talk and Walk the Walk

Know Your Onions

Hey there Big Cheese
I think you are the bee’s knees

Not a bluenose or a flat tire,
But, ooh hardboiled & too Oliver Twist to resist

Let us skip the...

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Splatter painted, Pollock blessed, leggy I stand,
among the green grass and healing Plantain
in a kaleidoscope of color panned.

A walking canvas in the meadowland
stems, humorously stippled to entertain  
splatter painted, Pollock blessed; leggy I stand.

Blush...

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The Prince was extra pertinacious,
picky to the 'nth' degree,
inclined to be quite perspicacious
when considering Number Three.

The first had sadly disappointed,
not come up to scratch, you see,
and number two was ill-appointed
for a run at royalty.

His Princess...

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The Prince was wicked pertinacious,
picky to the 'nth' degree,
inclined to be quite perspicacious
when considering Number Three.

The first had sadly disappointed,
not come up to scratch, you see,
and number two was ill-appointed
for a run at royalty.

His Princess...

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Chartreuse waves of ocean,
Grains of ivory shore, 
Drown another memory.
Citrus smothered whore.
Lemon-lime and bittersweet,
Icy hot and burn,
Swallowed pain, lies and truth,
So easy not to learn.
Salty veil of innocence, 
Tattered, torn, a demons kiss,
Virgin, verdant, in twice the...

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So your world ain’t gardenias, or lightning bolts or honey
So you ain’t making a difference, and you’re long out of money.
So your day is gloomy, overcast, and your outlook is not sunny.

Kick up those heels,...

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The Prince was wicked pertinacious,
picky to the 'nth' degree,
inclined to be quite perspicacious
when considering Number Three.

The first had sadly disappointed,
not come up to scratch, you see,
and number two was ill-appointed
for a run at royalty.

His Princess...

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The honey was very well aware
As she went flitting by
That all the goof-offs hanging out
Were giving her the eye.

She didn’t mind they stole a gander
As she saw them standing there
Admiring her newly shortened skirts
And giving...

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After the carols and the pageant
		of the birth, we walk through the night
		of Lexington to Suzanne and Fran’s.

		The streets are darker since a giant
		oak gave up the ghost and downed the lights.
		The colored bulbs at...

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Shall I liken you to a leg of lamb?
You are more toothsome than marrow bone.
Though cuds do crop in Jersey cow and ram,
And all have great fondness for spam and prawn.
On winters cusp, hot roast...

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She was lady of Charpay.
She dressed formally every day.
Most of us called her Great Grandma Doll.
At one time she had been a gangster’s moll.

Swing that skirt, Grandma D.
Flash those gams, and wink at me.
Go back...

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Aunt Ruthie used to sing and dance
a jolly way to find romance
she said one thing that you should know

“The legs are last to go”
           ...

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she is opinionated the man told me
with bobbed hair and showing every knee
innovative and daring in ways of the world
I saw her flapping, she was tossed and twirled

I wished I could be so wild, confident...

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