first things first...happy birthday to Oscar Varona, a great fiction writer. the world doesn't know what it's missing, pal.
blonde at the bar
the blonde at the bar
is an ubiquitous creature
this blonde at the bar
is sucking on an aluminum beer bottle
she is singing the wrong words
to every song that comes
on the jukebox
shaking her ass and pointing
at her friend
i have a stomach ache
from the work week
and from bad mexican food
i haven’t written
a decent poem in months
right now i couldn’t care less
if i ever wrote another poem again
i want to tell the blonde this
and many other things
only she’d probably ask me
to buy her a beer first
beer costs
six dollars a bottle
in this joint
to hell with her
the world isn’t short
on blondes, i think
but i’m short on cash
until next wednesday.
Ain't it the truth, brother...
ReplyDeletebtw, I disagree about you not writing a good poem in months. Me? I'vebeen laboring over the same half-asses prose poem for over a month. One poem... over a month.
thanks....i think i've just been exhausted. getting up a 5 a.m. for months on end without a break to write, and then i walk about 4.5 miles to work, work, come home, make dinner, and fall asleep like an old man by 10:30 at night. slept all last week. feel back to form.
ReplyDeletesheeit...
ReplyDeletelost my muse to write reasonably good hokku/haiku this winter. I should return to basics.
Let's rip this joint...