Ode To Jay
The nerd in him
Ran very deep;
His condo
Had Jetson Interior design;
Decked out
Like a television Starship.
Most times of the day
We find him flipping through horror zines
In his Lazy-Boy Captain's chair,
Like some self-styled toy owner fascist;
His collector's items
Condemned
To cellophane dungeons,
Never to taste earth's atmosphere.
One hallway closet packed tight,
Along with the original,
Every alternative edition
Trivial Pursuit board game series.
The Pentagon-shaped coffee table,
Nerdly adorned with pristine
Coffee table Star Wars character picture book.
The kitchen dazzled guests
With alphabetized spice racks
And a fridge door smothered
In fridge magnet Carl Sagan quotes.
And next room over,
We get accosted gently
By the living room walls,
Lined OCD perfect,
With Stanley Kubrick.
Still plenty of time to make
A Boy and His Dog director's cut,
We find him still
In his matted Wookie hair slippers;
Keeping toes warm
As he swallows down
The last of the coffee left
In the Spock ear-handled coffee cup mug.
On Second Thought
Falling both head long
And head first
Into gravity's situation,
A trip landed me
Somewhere less appetizing
Than a swig of flat beer.
I made like a dead man
On old fashioned skateboard;
A fashion-malfunction
On Hollywood Boulevard.
Passing poseurs in spandex
On Traction Avenue,
Limbering up for a run
To quell body conscious anxieties;
I was on lookout for the one
Who dropped a lollipop;
Prelude
To a sucker punch
Tasting much less sweet;
Who wore big boots
To look taller
Hair wings,
Popped collar.
I had sick plans
To turn body parts
Into unworthy relics,
After bending limbs
Into chicken wings;
Odd angles
That'd make a stomache twinge.
Forgetting to look,
I met with a thud,
The hood of a car;
Horn blaring,
Tires screeching,
Wake up call
At the corner,
It provided me
With a second thought.
Pulled out a lighter,
For the smoke in my lips
Thumbed it open
To spark a flame;
Making tremendous
And solid the effort,
To remember it's better
To forget his name
Than to hunt him down
As game.
One Thing After Another
Earning a wage
For a life he could cuddle
Daily falling off horses
As a Johnny Cash stunt double
This change of career
Yeilded far better comforts
Than the previous stint
Shooting comercials in the desert.
In Holywood's Hills
He had,
At any one time
Two or three hangers-on
All aiming for fine,
But as circumstance had it
Were more strip mall classy
Than ballers with coke habits
In better parts of Tallehassy
He once had a girl
Hot black Batmobile chic
And the lying eyes
Of an Eagles song
Her mother
Was superstition's queen
Thursday evenings
Planting magic beans
The relationship thing
Could last only so long,
'til the negatives outweighed positives
From the uneasiness felt
After some trend-setting
Ice bucket challenge
In a mid-western bible belt.
Optimistic
Belching fire
And spinning like lowrider rims
Worn
And splitting at the seams;
Taut from throat to crotch
Uglier times are rarely seen.
All around me storm clouds
And minature fireworks;
At my feet;
Dozens of burning snakes
The air;
Thin as fog but bright as fire.
I was sold Bob Hope;
But neglecting to inform me
Of his horns and tail,
Eyes heavenward in mock relief.
Tomorrow will be a good day;
As good as chicken fried steak
Swimming in white gravy.
