My husband's poetry

Category: neighbors

  • Beer money

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    I had not seen the old man who lives on the other side of the park since last Autumn. Today, while walking by his house, he called from his porch. I walked over to say hello. He removed a blanket from his lap, showed me his leg was gone, said he could not trim my…

  • Mr. Wright’s Kitchen Table 1966

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    green stained gym shoes sweaty tee-shirt sticks to your back smell of wet cut grass blisters from hand shears the sun grows hot you walk faster to finish by noon Mr. Wright calls come inside pours coke over ice condensation puddles on kitchen table he offers more coke; you drink that, too he asks if…

  • Batteries not included

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    engine roars to life throttle wide-open motorcycle manhood tickles his testicles two times ’round the park sunning turtles plop back in water tiny waves replicate towards far shore reflected sun neons low-hanging limbs one more time around the park to make sure everyone knows he has a big bike throttle wide-open motorcycle masturbation tickles his…

  • Big yellow bus

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    puddle in the street wishing it was the sky reflects its dream school bus pushes past deposits children at the curb traffic stops in both directions free at last they stomp and splash the puddle dry before they race for home 11-14-24

  • Chain link fence

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    She lives on a corner, her back yard a chain link fence Walks alone each morning six times around the park Cocked arms pump right angles, rapid short steps, eyes ahead, speaks to no one I don’t know her name; someone told me once But I am horrible with names and forgot She goes in…