Let me see...paper--nothing too glossy:
even the novice
instinctively knows
last thing
a serious
or not so serious poet needs
is wasting time
attempting to adhere
skiddy words
to slick, skating surfaces.
Pencils--yes! Lots of pencils--
with penetrating points;
and clean erasers--
used sparingly of course;
for only blank punctuation
or to smudge a few
doubtful words:
for gentle thumping of the forehead,
trying to coax those unruly
vowels and consonants
to fall from mind;
all those literary children--
Incorrigible!
God Love them!
A task getting them
to stop bouncing around long enough
and settle into some sensible
roll call
with reasonably clean faces--
Oh!--almost forgot:
Learn to feel comfortable
undressing in public.
She says I sulk a lot
What a terrible thing to say
I would blow my top but I'd better not
I just won't talk to her today.
She claims I'm going goo goo
and I need to see a shrink
Just because when she was on the loo
I had a pee in the kitchen sink.
She says sometimes I am giddy
and I really get on her wick
My underpants are skiddy
and my smelly socks make her sick .
She says we are not playing hide and seek
and our love making has gone to pot
I must be happy to get it once a week
and I'm to stop saying , I'm coming ready or not .
On the days when we are kissing
We both wear a lovely smile
We realise what we've been missing
and I know she makes my life worthwhile.
I've been reading a lot of fantastic love poems about love that burns brightly after forty years and so on ,
This is my hopefully funny version of that.
a full grown man pissed himself in front of me tonight
... he just passed out in a chair and began flowing urine
through the lower hamstring section of his jeans-
the pitter-patter on some other guy's kitchen floor made it disgustingly too real
... a pool had formed by the fridge,
... a large lake of skiddy underwear, sweat ridden filtration; and
the man of the house-"
junior"- wouldn't get out his mop or his mildewy towels for soakage because
to counteract this disaster would be like playing with nerve gas or touching the sun
... you just don't do it
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