A Short Cut Home

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If,
in His image,
He too had
childhood
shortcuts

did,
he too
play the angles
crimp the deck
double kiss the
eight

or was,
let there be light
akin to
sneaking into
the picture show…
his garden of
Eden
that Warner Brothers’
back lot…
(better yet, Pixar)
and his Adam a Spenser
and his Eve a Hepburn
sent forth to multiply
myth and misdirection
about that tree of knowledge
and Dorothy’s red shoes

Poem one.. April one.. 2014

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Will see how this one a day of April fooling goes. Wasn’t sure if I’d riff ‘cause last week the poemin’ racket got me down. As I explained via the Facebook:

“Over the Holidays I mentioned I was trying to quit smoking. Went smoke free for almost a month…and then began to backslide…I also mentioned, on blog postings, that I was thinking about doing the poem a day in April idiocy.

“In Purgatory they serve allegories during Happy
Hour—
And in Purgatory, the length of Happy Hour has
yet to be determined…”

add three or four more pitiful verses, and time the exercise at an hour and forty five minutes and what do you get….seven, 7 class a fu$k*n’ cigarettes smoked…twice the number than the preceding 48 hours… I’f I longhand the poesy, I stoke the stroke …

Until  finished(?) with all the third rate word slinging, I didn’t even know I had smoke more than one. I’m done.”

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I’m spry yet retired. I reside in the inner city of a major metropolitan area of the United States. I read politics. I watch baseball. I hum along with the tune. I June swoon, and moon the bad poem. Post here, are old and new. Opinions are my very own, except when wrong.

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