Sandy with the metal in her nose,
tongue and ears. Where is she today?
Yes where is she today??
P
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Subject: snap: Have a Nice Day
Driving to the shopping centre,
Bukovski rambling in my ear,
I’m glad to be sober
and anonymous. When I was
young, all hormones and energy,
my poetic was all about
rebellion and getting a fuck.
Today I step out of the car, head
full of Buk, and grab a trolley, swearing
at its bent wheels. That’ll help,
my sober brain puts in, sarcastic
as ever. The old desire to be
listened to comes back
and I’m impatient at each counter,
waiting for this, waiting for that.
They’ve got machines now,
not people. Just key in
your late mother’s hat size
and, voila, the money is out
of your account and into theirs,
Messrs Coles and Woolies. Warmly
I remember the décolletage of
Sandy with the metal in her nose,
tongue and ears. Where is she today?
At the scrap metal yard?
This machine doesn’t rock my world.
It doesn’t have Sandy’s knowing smile,
asking sweetly through banded teeth,
Any fly bys? It’s a drive-by, fly by,
bye-bye whirled. Who’ll enjoy
the fly bys on your funeral plan?
Buk’s buggered my mood, but he’s gone
and I’m still here, shopping, so
who’s to complain. The machine
says, Have a nice day with
an American twang and I
kick the trolley straight again.
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I admit to cheating. I've been dredging through poetry drafts to find a few
to work up, and this one caught my fancy. Any criticisms welcome as always.
Andrew
http://hispirits.blogspot.com/
'Mother Waits for Father Late' republished available at
http://www.picaropress.com/
http://www.qlrs.com/poem.asp?id=766
http://frankshome.org/AndrewBurke.html
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