Long Smooched Poems

Within the frame a sepia scene
a dusty porch   a rickety chair   
the fabric of your dusky face creased
with ceaseless sunbaked woes
your old pair of getaway feet gives 
a different walk of...

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Written in summer of 1976.


I used to eat my lunch with groups
of businessmen from Campbell Soups.

We drank a drink at lunch each day
Of Coca-Cola mixed with hay

And talked of pending corporate plans
And willow-haired orangutans.

I spent...

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A wave across a smoky bar
That was my impulsive bid
I thought, “Damn, that was stupid”
You frowned like I was bizzare
“Too late, go with it!” I did.

The wave I had to do
To get your attention
I was...

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On the sixteenth of May, you wore white — I wore black.
It was warm, we felt pleased and we smooched with a smack.
All four parents had come.  We would reap what we sowed.
It felt...

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Depression times – no one went out
To theatres, concerts, movie shows –
They had friends in or went to their homes.
The whole country was more than broke.
There was always drinking at the parties
And a low-lying cloud...

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As from his Book of Rules He read,
“Tsk-tsk tsk-tsk, St. Peter said.

So PICKED up I my bags and left
For that damnéd lower cleft.

I stomped away then turned and paused.
How much fuss had my fib caused?

A...

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As summer withered to its end
I thought of Maggie as a friend
But when pale dew weighed down the grass
Young Maggie bloomed from spritely lass:
She burst to woman, overnight,
Bright smile, all curves, a pleasant sight—

We blushed...

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Smooched in candy apple she pouched her cinnamon lips

The fair had come into town with travellers and wagons

It was that time of the year when dreams would come true

Glittered in mellow fairy dust of innocence...

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Our love is akin to that of the sunflower to the sun,
When my aureate prismatic sunrays splurge from my gun,
You open up your silk golden yellow petals,
Just to get smooched by the warm spangling rays.

Your...

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We smooched around the floor
Her body pressed tight to mine
I was high on stout and scotch
She on gin and sweet white wine
And we swayed around that room
In a world all of our very own
Engrossed each...

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I was nine
when for the first time
my playmate smooched me without my consent
Which is a crime.
I never talked to him again 
but yes have to meet for several times.
It hold a regret in me that...

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Smashing bottles, making chairs fly,
nights like this he gets really high,
quaffing down his last, cold bitter,
wishing he were Schwarzenegger.


            But, at once, his raging...

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You didn't go to fight World War II in Japan,
You didn't ever go to FAT CITY,
but smooched with a DOLLY
in my washed and waxed Chevy van!


Looking like a real DUCK-BUTT,
you have the looks of a...

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