POEMS


Burger King

99 cent cheeseburgers

Looking back, I didn’t know it then...but it’s was essential that I sat in my pit of despair....

With pock marked heart...chaffed penis....and my guts marinating in bile…who’s to say which ingredients are important?

I awoke that afternoon...actually just a few minutes before twelve...I remember hearing the closing music from Emergency...nurse Dixie emptying someone’s bed pan...it was a low drawl from my little ten inch black and white

The little TV was my lifeline to societal purgatory, lock stepped conformity drearily preached by the deacons...maybe that was my problem…I had no rhythm…

My crusty eyes opened a thin slit...just enough to see Ponch and Jon riding their Harley’s on I5

Finally I'd slept...after being up on a 3 day free base push....A good 6 hour cat nap...I started dozing when newspapers began flying, bacon sizzling, coffee perking and dripping, aroma infiltrating my cockroach infested excuse for a living space…I think the leaf blowers blowing were my sedative lullaby

Still standing, the snare drum remained vigil, loyal…leaning upon my front door…a dutiful sentry…vibrating, alerting me to the police, dirt-heads, and those I owed debts…

Scrounging some change, I made my way to Burger King for two 99 centers…I couldn’t handle another Top Ramen…I needed to eat steak

What a man will go through, just to tell a story…