Long Shrewish Poems

Interview with The Most Beautiful Suicide -Evelyn Francis McHale - May 1, 1947

So Evelyn, yours is one of the most famous of suicides, since you chose to jump from the Empire State Building in 1947,...

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She'd been raised to despise them, and despise them she did
  The Orthodox, be they modern or old-fashioned, and the Chassidim
She'd grown up loathing their Sabbath and their dietary restrictions
  Their clinging to...

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A hiding place, a warm and darkened room,
A lit doorway, bright against the dark,
Cold against the warmth, a frame for odd
Assorted stranger-forms whose faces loom

As quarrels over (what?) convulse and rend them,
Leering laughter giving in...

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So slick and sexy.  Purred past Temple Bar.
That throaty engine advertising punch.
All legal London, strolling out for lunch,
with turning heads declared, “Now that’s a car!”

So many barristers are – if not losers, 
low earners...

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Anchors Aweigh...

destination unknown
for this Earthling
stardate: February 26th, 2022

At sea since time immemorial
I relish being alone
upon oceanic expanse
yours truly doth bemoan
me gal Sal (one among
numerous female confidantes),
no matter, she easily
mistaken as a crone
magical powers keep
her manning...

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Anchors Aweigh...Destination Unknown

Weather beaten cap'n,
     and watertight bewitched craft
time tested since maiden voyage
     (circumnavigating the globe
back in the day
of my youth),
I ranked tough as a pitbull,
 ...

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I Roundly Square Prayer...

Despite imprecations
     yielding "FAKE" impact
     upon the head of this atheist,
especially when thy
     (untamable) shrewish wife
    ...

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When Miss Doubtfire moved in
to their heart,
she entered dragon tail swinging
Plastered smiling walls of bachelor resistance
got knocked down
at every single candlelight date demolition

And as the henpeck frowns
rose from the rubble,
an arthropodic shell of a man
was...

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Since I began my poetical journey, Mister Guest has been my inspiration.
To emulate this extraordinary poet has ever been my motivation.
He had that rare ability to portray the ordinary wonders of every-day life;
Impish children, the...

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He's rode the rods from California to the state of Maine.
Long ago he rejected ordinary life with absolute disdain!
He loves the gypsies' life - he craves neither hearth or dwellin'.
Where he'll lay his head tonight,...

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Cecil the Magician knew a heap of tricks,
But, alas, couldn't get himself out of this fix!

Carl was laid to rest for his eternal snooze,
Brought about by guzzling too much booze!

Pete was a rock-hard liberal Democrat.
Lord,...

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once aboard the desert submarine
anchored by the golden sundial
outlandish and phosphorescent
we crossed the greatness 
of many drowned landscapes
fluxes of algae and shrewish freesias
cloistering up
dans le château à la lune
where the ragman’s lantern announces
the arrival of...

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The Ravens had a fight this morning.
She threw him out of the house.
Not sure what she was yelling at him
But I think she called him a louse.

So outside the nest he went
And found a branch...

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A shrewish March wind horangs the night
like a carousing husband
tossing stray sticks down alleys.
Dicey bits of street refuse
fight with the upward thrust 
of crocus and daffodil 
spearing the bosom of frost heaves.
The world seems torn...

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