Long Scrimp Poems

A lad is stopped by roving cops, who shoot in disregard.

His face is black, he’s on his back, a breeze is breathing hard,

he bleeds and dies, his mama cries, the screaming sky is scarred,

the sheriff...

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Arcola circa late 1960's early 1970's...
easy to conjure this idyllic June 8th, 2020

Envision bucolic Currier
and Ives rendered landscape,
or canvas painted
courtesy gifted late Thomas Kinkade
(or substitute favorite creative soul)
how aforementioned illustrious artists drape
mesmerized amateur and/or

art appreciation...

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The wife and I just recently, joined the clan of scrimp and save,
But we’re hoping that this attitude won’t send us to our grave,
So we added to this latest fad, and put upon our plate,
That...

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As if a child should understand an  adult’s muddle,
putrid oil slick puddle,
the dreadful pain we foist on wide-eyed offspring.
Robotic elders crush with rigid slabs of Portland censure,
 whatever spark remains in tiny rosebud coloured...

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THE STRANGER MAN (3)

But let life live its life and I mine.
I ease myself of all worries
And drift where I may such as liberal
As a wind and unheeding to the obstruction
Where of the fate of...

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written twelve years ago
when yours truly about two score 
and twelve years old,
and fishy financial fiasco
about twenty six weeks
before being scalloped
courtesy villainous fraudster
otherwise known as scam artists,
blithely, glibly, and pliantly
fleeced with shear trickery
my coveted nest...

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Socked and winded unconscious checking account...
(alternatively named last poetic endeavor for 2019
issuing out cerebral petrified complex edifice fount
wobbling as hood winking ornament mount).

Speedily rushed to intensive care unit
courtesy Brinks armored  truck
Citizens Bank emergency crew
monied...

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Too many yesterdays
Used up and thrown away
Like Christmas trees on New Years Day
It's getting hard to know 
Which way the wind will blow
Must be more than dying slow

Here in a dead end town
I don't let...

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The majority of mine lxiii years 
expended delving deep into imagination,
yours truly escaped, loosed, thwarted... 
reality courtesy bookland
roaming cerebral cortex terra firmae 
did not amp pulley satiate
seemingly depression found me 
(an uncompetitive, oversensitive, 
intuitive, contemplative...

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Riverboat on the Mississippi
Folks dining on scrimp, grits, and cornbread
Drinking booze and gambling like crazy
Going to Bourbon Street just ahead

Down in that Cajun Queen, New Orleans

The big paddle wheel keeps on rolling
Down to the Cajun...

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Well, Railroad Bob’s done lost his job, he’s got no place for working,
his wife, she cries with desperate eyes, their baby’s head’s a’ jerking.
The union man don’t give a damn, Big Brother lies a’ lurking,
and...

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Some moment dreaming the middle of a day
Some hopeful dreamt touched spiritness
In sometime of a while you spent
Some place of a time when you touched
The fleeting ghosts in rightful pursuits of happiness
As a wistful sigh...

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Pink hue flamingo it must be due to all
the carotenoid pigments feasted on 
algae and crustaceans
An elongated  neck spirals 
and filters such sensations
Sharing color is Okinawa salmon sushi,
bolster lobster and shrimp scrimp
Graceful qualifiers primp...

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The day has cooled,
 into a recliner
muddied.
Rinse it off...replenish...repeat
mud sloughs off into somebody else's drain.
That's ok  because I'm clean again.
  
Recycling this mud of the mind
into porcelain, attic spiders
entwined.

Scrap and scrimp.
Grow fat again
swing...

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When people are in dire need,
And cannot afford food to feed
Their children wear ragged clothes
And holes appear in their socks and hose.
How do you explain to kids,
You've lost your job; you are on the skids.
How...

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In the world of pasta, there’s one that can’t be beat.
And it’s made with zesty sauce, cheeses, and with meat.

Put some water on the stove; get it nice and hot.
Add wide noodles, fluted-edged, to the...

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Christmas day now over,
The turkeys now all dead.
While the bloated celebrators
Sleep their gorging off in bed.

No matter what it cost them.
(Though it cost the turkeys more),
They’d enjoyed the Christmas spirit
They’d invited through their door.

With plastic...

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I live everyday looking to the next remedy,
I scrimp and thieve, here and there,
every one counts,
I just need the next one.

Doing what I thought I never would,
I steal, dive and flatback.
I scan the isles buying...

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Once again it's that time of year.
The time that we've all come to fear.
   They take every dime,
   It's tax season time
And poverty's getting so  near.

All year I try to...

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What is bad stock?
Plasticine people smiling within Formica walls
Where hippy drains a fathers fool
As Ma Baker dominates the town 
By day before taking her draws 
Down...
Shes a ho.. He's a whimp
Out dancing with Lucy 
Sky...

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