THE 20TH CENTURY
(It came and went)
From buggy whips to my red Camry
It won't be stylish marriage
I can't afford a carriage
Mo town Nissan we've got a lease on
From Kitty Hawk to the Moon Walk and beyond
Today the Solar system, tomorrow the Galaxy
concentration camps for computer retards
From Victorian-The queen's not amused-to-
all adding up to a good papal fisting at the DNA Lounge
From the Gay 90's to the Gay 90's
a hundred-year progression
when our hearts were young and gay
to our kids young and gay
"My son married a man!"
"Is he Jewish?"
"Is he Black?"
"Does he take drugs?"
From booze prohibition to pot prohibition
and the drug war on people
The New golden Rule:
More prisons than schools
From the molten core of our comic, atomic century
the two German Wars to the so-called Cold War-
The Commies are coming-
of living memory
To make the world safe for democracy is fear itself
never in the history of human conflict
so much light at the end of the tunnel
do not ask what your country can do for
prosperity just around the corner
and a chicken in every pot, my little chickadee
or is that a gun in your pocket?
With one small step for a man
with peace in our time
because I'm no crook
I didn't inhale
with that woman
for about to slash your wrist in a warm bath
for jumping in front of an on-coming Bart train
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VAMPIRE WITH WINGS
for me to bed
buzzes my head
believes we are wed~
My blood the nectar
of the gods
she drinks deep
I can't sleep
from her injection
I Swell from
not to mention
she won't even
split the rent
THE TUMOR REGISTRY
"My swollen thighs are rubbing against my balls." --
Declares my dying friend Jack.
"Call the nurse." -- I shot back.
It's a word I picked up from the beyond."
"You're good company in your present state."
"I'll be less bad company presently.
I say the word 'die'
as much as I lived the word 'fuck'."
Allowing no crying in his presence:
"Save the tears for the funeral." -- He tells us.
When I call him at The Last Roundup Hospice:
"Is this Sugar Ray?" -- I ask.
"It's Saccharine Ray." -- He replies.
As an old theater hand,
he does rib splitting Alzheimer imitations of other patients
my mortal mirror, tumorous humorous friend.
"My humor is depleting by 5% a day.
I can't wait to hear my eulogy.
Poor me, all I did was get what I wanted.
Every day is a poem dedicated to one day more.
I could get into writing some post life poetry."
"He made you.
In a garden of poems he gave you birth." --
Chant the old Aztecs in his ear.
"We only came to sleep,
We only came to dream."
You can't lie about your age at a 50th high school reunion
Our ages ago faces
from yearbook pages
jump out at me
skidding my mug
on icy Chicago streets
the '56 Chevy in '56
acquired from tantrums I threw
shackled to conformity
a cashmere sweater craze
of nocturnal emission days
the Commies are
Ages ago faces face our faces
mature at last
between burst of camaraderie
and a hug or two
clique shtick at table number 1
and hidden children of the holocaust
and 'What have you done?'
of the swirl
this never futured night exhilarates me
"I remember you.
We didn't speak those 4 years
we didn't for 50 more.
You're attractive still"
"You're blind or kind" --she smiles.
embrace, Denise and I
A memory mix
at our two day time fix
Any publication of this poem is punishable
by total adolescent recall
No canes or walkers among the talkers
at Reunion fifty five
Yes, more sagging flesh
but still alive
Yes, fewer of us -
a gang of 50 plus of us
2,000 miles some come - 2 miles some donít
Whoís more popular now?
Who through it all has aged gracefully?
Nostalgic footage of the 50ís
a D.J. plays hits of those days
of Elvisís pelvis
Cold War years
Donít ask, Iíll tell
of graduating in the bottom half
of the bottom half of the bottom half
whose portraits of me hang on my walls in California
No words between them for 59 years
ďYouíre still cute, Joe.Ē -
Iím cute - Iím old - Iím young
rolled in one tonight
More fun than high school tonight
number 60 down the pike.
Should it be a crime
to denigrate patriotism?
Any anti censorship extravaganza
worth its salt
must feature American flags
pulled out of American vaginas
simulating the birth of a nation.
Was that first sperm cell
floating in the ocean
That we all come from
Ejaculated by God
Uniting evolution and creation?
The answer is
(B.) Who cares?
(C.) Blowing in the wind