Monthly Archives: July 2014

  And the poem begins With a bellyful of Guinness, As it should on a winter night stroll To hear an Irish fiddler play, Stroke and pull the bow, Finger the Celtic ditties My grandfather hummed When he high-graded his … Continue reading →

         –for Crazy Horse, the band, and the boys   boom, boom, baby boom, boom baby boom, out go the lights ’cause tonight’s the night your rollin’ the apple your stirrin’ the pot sha-boom, boom-boom give us … Continue reading →

    for JimBo   At twenty I believed anyone who didn’t agree with me about Marx (Karl or Groucho)   was a humorless, money-grubbing bastard. I measured the world by blisters & shit-eating grins.   My conclusion: workers of … Continue reading →

    A mediocre Caesar Salad at best Maybe Campbell’s Soup   This little Caligula Server cracks pepper And jokes in the groove   Smooth as Aqua Lube Hits on the blonde Hostess—not even   A Greek or Jew Handling … Continue reading →