Short Lapels Poems

i drove the car close to the edge 
i looked into the abyss 
in truth it did look into me 
what it saw i know not 
what i saw was raw love 
wrestling the dominatrix of pure oblivion 
inexorable gravity took hold of my lapels 
in slow motion i went home...

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This fashion is in, that one is out
    narrow waists with baggy knees
  Wide lapels and razor-thin ties
    Who knows what will be

  Slicked-back ducktails 
    top off muscle t-shirts
  hoping to attract
    coy smiles from a skirt

  My friend and I dress real dumb
    bowling shirts plugging Bazooka-Joe gum
  The girls see us, giggle, and flee
    Who knows what will be...

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Important to note this the ACT of dawning in Spanish (know of no English equivalent)


Cape Hatteras


Joe the Moustache
   wiping the suds
& plays a black trombone while she
      (Joe has taken a player piano
and nickelodean
from his lapels)
       hurling now a nylon
and suddenly
slipped out of it all;
      Joe throws her a blue and giraffe skin
She blows a kiss
and lifting a thigh
   smiles and is gone

Joe into a head
blows himself
away....

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