December 22, 2006
Why Pat cooks
Jean is standing straight up
wearing her Zoloft Santa hat
Sangria, birth control, and
a yeast infection versus
Jack's undownloadable
affection, seized up Blackberry
Brandy and shaved or strip obsession hangover
Papa is sleeping
with a Parkinson whore who
rocks his place back and forth
and blows thousands in prescriptions
Nana is welcoming everyone
that can provide number combinations
the last trip to AC was maimed
by bad buffet odds
and Pat... she cooks...just cooks
looks out the window at the mix breeds sniffing squirrel tracks
Ben drives new fencing mounts
around his enlarged aorta
Chris is 1st petty miserable in Mosul
what to do here for him
but use a walkie-talkie to gather Wal-mart carts
Jean is slumping down
pain killers loosen her stockings
as a mis-carriage sings carols
Jack's firm is outlaw after the 15th options expire
but he catches her anyway
and stands her back up straight...c'mon now Sandy..oops
Papa's piano is not loaded, just him, just him
in the wrong key too, but still he sings the finale for the cable news
Nana says so long to the grandchildren
their birthdays provide digits for future slots
sorry this year presents courtesy of odd-lot
and Pat just cooks...just cooks
looks out her frosted window at the stained patio and blackbirds
Ben parks a kiss on her from behind
his penis has been soft since Rumsfeld resigned
Chris emails the need for a Sears portrait of everyone
one for the barracks of the hardcore battalion
remind them of peace at home
not sure how you got that novel to fit inside the poem without blowing the whole thing up. i had to run away the first time i read it, and then i had to come back and read it again.
Posted by: e. at December 23, 2006 10:14 AMon the come back hope you dug it, you know in a staring at a car crash kind of way...people survive though...:)
Posted by: heroic imp at December 23, 2006 11:33 AMa mighty poem -- send it out for publication.
-Cecil
ach--i left out the part where running away and coming back = great. i mean, i know just what the light is like outside that window, so even if i don't want to be there looking, i am....(which is a good thing ;o)).
Posted by: e. at December 24, 2006 10:05 AMooh the things we see...sounds like a bad country tune...
Posted by: heroic imp at December 24, 2006 12:02 PM