Short Khakis Poems

They have the cutest clothes now for little granddaughters.
I cannot help but buy this outfit.

Another pink and orange thing? My daughter asks.

My granddaughter squeals and runs to her room to change.
She loves the colors I love.

Whereas her mother, my own child prefers khakis and dull browns.
“She is like me,” I say, pleased....

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I am running the Sconset bluff path.
I go past darkened houses,
black out curtains hanging,
past Linda Thomas and Jolene Baer
who are chasing rabbits into the privet hedges.
Their fathers call out to them-
“Careful girls!”-
drinks sloshing, ice tinkling
as I go by invisible,
yet sensed.
A summer later,
I will be gone.
Starched, ironed khakis
in a trunk wait ahead in my room.
The beginning and end 
of a life never started....

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i doubt i could be that girl,
smiling on the cover,
with crooked teeth and khakis.
shes never tasted cum,
or smoked a joint before christmas dinner.
because her parents have money,
thats why she lies on a manicured lawn.
thats why she needs to work.
to be a pharmasist.
a teacher.
another drone in morning traffic,
sipping midpriced coffee 
and talking on a motorola.
living a mid-priced life,
i doubt i could act as well as she can....

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punk kids sagging pants
no belt needed tonight guys
gonna be a full moon bright
fools showing off jewels
khakis fall past crack of Don
wave of cops demand "PANTS UP"



*this poem was
written for Russell
Sivey's
Contest---	What
Happens During A
Full Moon?
and is a special ode
to all the
youngsters who feel
the need to express
themselves by
wearing pants 3
times too large that
sag around the crest
of their buttocks in
public*----by~ JSLAMBERT...

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