marty feldmans molar
sat on corporate bosses desk
an ironic find
in his pet rats regurgitation
that rat had lived in the actors trailer
now it gnawed on ear lobe
still damp from secretaries kiss
his moisture on her stocking tops
as he ordered bitter sale of shares,
he was protected
the molar had his back
luck came even more his way
until on boardroom morning
another corporate boss
fat on the rates they charge and manipulate
came in and claimed to be
possessed by clint eastwoods toenail
a cast off trimming on the set of magnum
and this could annihilate the molar
for eastwood was stronger
yet the humorous molar
would create wealth of laughter
that made the violent toenail dissolve
in it’s own dysfunction
there would be no sale
molar had prevailed,
subsiding to earth
on his stricken ship
tight foetal bound
at the loss
and marty feldman smiled
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chewing the inside of your mouth yesterday
three inhuman seconds
and his mouth meat bled
one bite stress induced
a soloist on the telephone
making obscene financial calls
scratching a flabby stomach
still held the phone
the woman a thousand fibers away
still howled
fiscal abuse
he had spoken off the script
probing her dollars
sliding inside her head
avoiding indignant sounds
her whole life on his computer screen
a random credit score
he had pushed to far
stench of cheap deodorant
dropping the phone
he ran
red nylon carpets flashed by
everybody watched
as outside the double doors
he vomited with blood
from his cheek
too afraid to return
walked towards
somewhere else
padded diesel destination
legitimate was the legal nuance
given to his birth,
contested
shouted out
proven,
by twists of double helix,
it would be another day
to see the man
who out of ego made love
to most of the attractive women
he saw,
now there was a son
it could of been damaging,
he thought as walking through
station plaza,
he wanted it to be,
the mother
had mattered was a consequence
for all of seven months,
they had loved
with a deep assurance
that she considered to be a gesture
of forever,
he wanted to move on to the next,
now he wanted the boy and his mother,
they headed towards him
on the train
and waiting twenty minutes
was a pale shadow
of the twelve years,
he felt a sigh lengthen
and a brightness flare
stiffen the twilight
wanderer rolls in half soliloquy
sick heart and eastern sky
death’s fair strokes to guide,
dull pain brings him alone
heart a charnel cave,
crushing cigarette in thumb twists
till nearly ground to nothing,
love once lit and believe
as it was then
snow now hated
broke about the house
fathers silver face tribute to strength
went from kitchen warmth to boathouse,
breast no longer sleeps
coronal shine through window,
gunshot one pause enough to vow
gunshot two now white marble will tell,
should i be penitent kneeling praying
wrestling with tears,
i saw his return crimson and gold
shotgun on shoulder,
mother has gone away he said
my laughing brow could not find a way,
i wished for nothing but hair golden
to weave light to the day
police came lights kaleidoscopic
around ceiling and stars
with my uncle i grew,
now back in this timbered and brick town
to see what remains
house now fallen into decay
this heart of man
was now my peace,
lay flowers in silence
remember my prayer
shadows have now moved underground
and will stay
boots that find the future
these boots
at the side of my bed
talk of a journey
dust and tall grass,
feeling within
bare swollen flesh
feeling grief for the pain
as to get where i am
the walk was long
to raise money
find work,
work that had no outcome
but minimum pay,
no chance to drink
cheap liquor,
or bask in long drawn sun,
purpose and emotion
gathered as my supports,
now resting
bills and change on
bedside cabinet,
boots feel pleased
for what they had
done
don’t forget old poets
old ghosts play in a orchestra
before painted ladies
across a golden bridge,
memory sepia toned
kodak instamatic
lingers too,
white house lawn
protest placards,
my poetry read aloud
younger me
more potent then,
squint at the sun
absorbing light,
nature my bus to salvation
notation and tune
may argue with me,
i know where i belong,
war and ever wishing peace
the lick of history
cannot salve wounds so many,
shade of tree a haunted place
my grave and i
knew what path was ahead,
so remember and read
wisdom is a growing child
needing nurture along
the way
More Than Flesh Alone
being hungry is abnormal
having to steal bread
to feed a dry open mouth,
moisture limited
whiskey an old memory
as was those magnolia walls
rooms in house,
house now held by bank
who dangle tempting finance options
that could never work out,
once lavish clothes
thread thinned to paleness,
how long since he spoke
to her on cellular
a year or six,
not remembering,
as his own smell disgusted him,
forever was a point of departure
of a very short journey,
tearing stolen bread,
crumbs to tongue eyes closed
feel a source of nourishment
and a possibility of tomorrow
Subtraction From
in the obstinate realm
of flightless thought,
a man may lay down
finding all muscles non compliant,
he had a chance
that possibility to extract
a thought chick from the nest,
without down stark uninteresting
pallid pink nothing
with voracious appetite,
cast away
all limits remain,
lust , love and desire
three traps set for him
all ensnaring,
have caught him
escape an alternative
only accomplished with thought,
yet he could not think,
each entice
her whisper,
a touch upon bare flesh,
the merest smile,
beguiled, her medusa words
turn flesh to stone,
marble for her own touch
contoured to her own wanting
it was her savor,
not his
a phallic model of molecular degeneration,
reduced to base instincts and constructs,
he was for her
and her alone