on crenshaw
carousing in cavernous cafes
slicing into earthen skin
the meat dancers bring it to a boil
they murder the rug
they scrounge for earth worms
the fish head girls bob like sea birds
telephoning purple mermaids for a date
they have no name tags and no flowers
they sing sad madrigals to the starfish
they know this is the last pavane
the final curtsy before night goes down
before morning arises under white sheets
loosening the brain screws
burning the instruction manuals
imbibing the nylon remonstrations
on crenshaw
a lonely woman croons
an oozing torch song to the dirt people
they sit erect in a dark morgue
chittering like insects
singing cool blues music to the meat dancers
they bring it to a boil
with burgers bullets and beef cake
genius guitar freak vivisects clawing time
he twangs his axe with a searing solo
he plays psychedelic lullabies to the dead
his music torturing the earth worms
Categories:
telephoning, america, memory,
Form: Free verse
decidedly despicable dastardly diabolical Dan
doing dismal, dour, demeaning deeds to frantic Fran
Forever frenzied fickle Felicity found her man.
Morose monochromatic Mel molding Typan.
Trixie totally tanked telephoning Tim’s tan.
Smart smidgets sensed silliness by name of Nan.
Nefarious, neatnik Nan ended up with diabolical Dan.
Categories:
telephoning, 10th grade, 11th grade,
Form: Rhyme
Dear Mrs. Goodwoman,
I am sad to inform you of the passing of your late Uncle Sir Rembrandt Hussleberry. He lived to the ripe age of 92, and it is his wish for you to inherit his entire fortune. Most of it is in a storage unit in southern France. You can claim it by telephoning me at 913-333-1999. Get these things ready for me. Your bank account number,
your mother’s maiden name, your birthdate, and your blood type.
I know this is an odd request, but Sir Rembrandt Hussleberry’s estate is worth 2.5 million dollars, and you are the only heir. To release it, we will need a token check from you of $5750 because that is what he owes in back taxes. It will be needed before we can write you a check for the 2.5 million. We may need additional identifying information. When you telephone us we can let you know how soon you can expect the money.
It has been a pleasure serving Sir Rembrandt Hussleberry, and it is a pleasure serving you, as his only heir, also. If you have any questions please call me at 913-333-1999.
Respectfully,
Dr. L. C. Howell, L.T.D.
Solicitor at Large
1388 Tadberry Road
London, England UK
Categories:
telephoning, perspective,
Form: Narrative
Telephoning God
With mobile phone so slow but trusted
Using extrasensory waves
Categories:
telephoning, religious, satire,
Form: Triolet
"UNSOLVED MYSTERY"
we sat at the round table
her and I and that afternoon
came to the decision
we'd write a story together.
his name was to be
Sebastian Blake.
a passive aggressive ladies man
who had been adopted.
he was to be a drug representative
where truth hurt him and
obstacles in his agenda angered
him.
it was to be a mystery.
that afternoon,
we sat excited and ready to
create this mystery.
the next night, she would end our
relationship.
she broke from the story and
wrote a new one without me.
her own.
who murdered her heart?
who murdered her mind?
who murdered her soul?
I suppose I'll never know.
she gave the greatest story.
she gave the greatest mystery of all.
I'll be telephoning my agent soon.
I've got to tell him about her.
he said he'd call me back though,
he was on the other line
with Robert Stack.
By: Chicano Eddie
4-11-2017
Categories:
telephoning, first love, funny love,
Form: Free verse