Lost an arm
but not enough charm
to get out
without being a lout
an expatriot
he probably understands
the significance
of James Taylor
a lot more than I.
He doesn't seem shy.
An American Muslim
he probably doesn't hoard
his grandeur
or let his beliefs
show on his face
or get in the way of his gut
signified
signified
he is pious
and doesn't think he's the highest.

A new col,
the people don't really look
cheap as opposed to CNN
They're there being in the end
and there's not a fool
that doesn't see 'em as unbiased
or that they have a license
to cheat
as in Donald Trump
but I doubt that he does
Seriously.
There's no special sheet
and they repeat
professionally
just enough as needed
for a session.

Especially Pence
They claim to be conservative
but they're giving away
the taxpayers' money
in torrents
just like Democrats do
They might have cheated
with the Russians to get elected
but everyone knows communism is our arch enemy.
****** harassment -
there shouldn't be any place
for that in today's politics.

Geet -- the Indian as in India Muslim of 5 years
seems neat
and doesn't expect any jeers
or anybody saying
he has smelly feet.
His hair is not really in arrears
and you can tell by his sense of humor
is nice and complete.
Geet, Geet,
not a cheat,
a credit to Islam,
a credit probably to those who claim Christians,
He's capable of feats
and of course he's not trying to tell
everybody to take their seat
A happy face,
I bet he's not worried about
having a taste.

I remember black guys in junior high
used to say that
and I didn't know exactly what they meant.
I still don't.
But it's an expression that sounds
like it'd make good rhymes.
Here goes.

"I'm wise
not in disguise
I may be shy and a wiseguy
but at least I'm not Captain Blye
Pay the way to the real magic bounty
apparently occasion during the
Vietnam War it seemed implied
by the underlining of the soul article content
in that Bruce Springsteen on the
cover of Time Magazine issue that came out that
seemed to start off the revolution
of the summer of '68
an issue I picked up with the underlying
when I landed on 1st St.
an open psych ward that summer
So one of us is a traitor and the real
Fletcher Christian - that's all the
underlying meant - of all of us
who were into the name.
But it sure wasn't me, I'm not a Navy type
butcher, though big girl there, Army brat
through and through
Yes Sir Captain Blye
I'm arise
and not in disguise
or Louis Nye
and Sigma Chi
and the dunce the Fly
and the desire to move up to the sky
and us guys
who like to get a little high
****, the squares call it,
though to me it's natural
so I won't make any lately
and about thinking I'm one of the guys
Yeah the Mighty High of Joy's song
Captain Blye
a man named SKy
and the fictional Joe Clay called a ****
back at the U of Ketchum
I think was it's name
but that was just implied."

One of the westbound #9
I'm leaving on a jet plane
shotguns,
shoot him fo' he run
on the westbound #9 !

I love that line out of
the Rascals' song Beautiful Morning
where Felix the lead singer (who I heard
died of a heart attack a while back and then a
few days later was listed in the 'Living
Celebrities' birthdays) where he sings
"Each bird keeps singing his 'ol song"
It just reminds me of a friend
nicknamed 'bird' and me
who's been called that
and birds as in guys you stare at
in big city situations
all with our favorite song
I don't know whether people think
my and my friend are really like
the latest bird and these dudes
in bus stations are some dry nuts
or what but the line just chokes
me up since we all have a
song maybe especially not
as men but as birds.

Dudes who think they're cool
studs and *** symbols who are
slimey and adenoid cases
Non-combat vets who they're
combat vets.
Followers who think they're
leaders.
People who have delusions of
grandeur.
There're other people
who are way better.
Some of the shady looking
people in politics today.
People faking eccentricity
because the think it's going to
get 'em a better deal medically
you know,
We say the all-round man
symptoms where guys think they're
a combination of John Wayne and
Jimmy Dean with shades of
Vincent Van Gogh thrown in
Relevent gay people who imagine
their lives to be perfect
Certain plastic TV shows being in
fashion as well as kinda tacky food.

I love birthday cake
especially cake with thick
vanilla icing
but a German chocolate cake
would be a great one too.
I like it with ice cream
and icing colored designs on it.
Incidentally being sweetened
wedding cake turns me on too.
I hate it when you get a thin slice
of birthday cake due to being
a diabetic.
I love it to see people eating
their cake with forks
I love how some motherly cooks
come up with a chocolate
icing cake with really
funny waking candles on it.
I like to blow out candles.
I like it when you're old
and the just have one candle
because there wouldn't be enough room
for all the candles as old as you are
somehow I think I already
wrote a song about this subject
but that was a while back.

p.s. You may wonder how I
can go on about trivia like
the essence of birthday cake
but I do.

I can remember when I was down and out
using vending machines like mad.
Trying to get change out of change dispensers
that someone had let go
mooching cigarette after cigarette
panhandling
drinking used pop
and eating other peoples' leftovr food.

I know it was extremely unsanitary
I even had to use public bathrooms, a lot,
the Salvation Army for a nightly stay
and one night I slept on a bench at the police station
I'd wear ***** clothes,
waited a couple of hours for a small donut,
and made a meal out of a 40 cent bag of
french fries at McDonald's
taking a load off.

Oh well - what a ******* experience.

I had been desolate, destitute, homeless,
a derelict and a strict person
but down and out - wow.

I like to think
I was born with a sense of humor,
maybe not like the Harvard Junior!
But enough to qualify as a zoomer.
They used to call me here at the VA
because of my loudness, I guess, boomer,
I still feel like a ham
but I get serious now because of the jam
I listen to
and the qualities in me that exist too
like a bit of cynicism,
a bit of skepticism
and even a little bit of a sickie in me, too cool.

Chelsea, Chelsea, wealthy
I know you're healthy
I know you got a rival in Kathy,
that is, in sassy.
Tell her about Spyro Gyro.
I don't know an Elvira
but I feel like I do
with that song by the Oak Ridge Boys
as if they're toys
and have a rule
in what they think is cool.
Dante, Dante,
you're probably **** as in the formation
'round have a tone time
or was it Doctor Chante.
Earnest, Earnest,
you'll furnish
the furnace for me
of Hell's Kitchen
if it kills you
and someone calls you
I bet, *******,
and they compare you
various carfares
with mildew.

I'm singling out a VA character for specific serating at the suggestion of a friend.
David Dively seems the most interesting and that name implies he was on
Danville Skid Row a lot, which he was.
He said his disability rating was only 10% but the constant remark from him
to me that he was gonna make me **** a moose seemed to me to be a real
inkling of a real oddball.
Some people would explain to me that he'd ******* over one of the nurses
or another fantasy of some kind every morning and he was quite proud of it.

He'd shake my hand and squeeze it and moan sorta and go aaaaahhh and his
eyes would mist up and I liked it when he called me STuries like I was one of of the men.
He'd strut and he was 6'9" and 260 lb and an ex-marine, maybe a combat type
and he'd sell watches with all of them spread out on his right arm to show people
and he was always grateful for the least bit of loose change from me, like 35 cents.
He just loved bread - he'd make sure he'd get 5 or 6 slices each meal.

An interesting character was Dively.
He's dead now - bless his heart.  Suicide, I heard, over what he though was my
mistreatment by some of the staff back then.
And oh yes he was a very very handsome fellow too, but in a
kind of tough unique way.  A sort of fair-haired Victor Mattie if I remember correctly.

Those hampers for all my ***** clothes
and to sit on
and to move when I move rooms
and to run my hands over
their wooden webbing
and those wooden hangers
so I won't contemplate suicide
by choking myself to death
with a metal hanger
and to put my precious
tweed suit on
and oh the vanilla dixie cup
with all it's classisism
as a reward
for just being in my room -
in my room, in my room!
Get it.
Utter nonsense but an interesting
insight into my youth.

I like my silliness sometimes

and my utter seriousness
with tongue in cheek sometimes
just to add a little - like I say
my father called it - sense of humor.

An emphasis on how *******
should be prevented in civilizations
if at all possible - once again.

I'm trying to be funny -
cause we don't want a
decline and fall of the
American Empire
but the police - man's other
best friend besides a dog -
will prevent that
which brings me to this - what
my sister dear calls
perverts or this ****** harrassment business
is being made too big of a deal out of
not that it's a doable offense but
some of us don't like a crime wave
of old men after all.

Another world championship
comes into view
that is, if the pitching holds up
and they maybe get Coby from Detroit.
And maybe work Glybe Torres and
Andular and Clint Fegie into
the scheme of things and maybe
Requito Kyle Schwarbe from the Cabs
That's quite a few ifs but sure
they got the premier slugger in baseball
he sounds like even ore of an CBI
man than Judge
and will make them pitch to Judge more.
He sounds like a great public
relations figure and the endorsements
will motivate him too...
Maybe he'll be the designated hitter
as opposed to Schwarbe or else
he'll take up on outfield, right field slot,
then the Yankees could move Aaron
and trade Brett Gardner for a pitch
My Yankees are back in the business
of bringing Romans
to New York again.
The Kicks are back for me too
having hung out in NYC for a while
among other reasons

You got the nicest taut
**** and I like the way
your pants hug your ****
cheeks in back.
You're not lazy
and I look for that
in "all my women".
You seem to bear
with me on some
of my obsessions and
hypochondria
and you must secretly
have a sense of humor,
you're clever enough.
Your face is pretty
but in an addictive way
that I'd be afraid of losing you
to another guy
if we were going together.
You're nice and feminine
but up enough, it seems
on some contemporary spot
and what I find is dear
enough contemporary
music that you're into can
be hard somewhat since
the music can depress one, I feel,
and some of it make me
like it or not I'm sorta tough to myself
suicidal.
So I figure I'd enjoy you as a wife.
I've got a number of other chicks
I'm interested in too, but yes,
feel, with you, I wouldn't be
biting off more than I can
chew.
Salude

I'm talking to all the workers of the world

from my hard boring work experience

sometimes you have to

grit your teeth, sigh, and

go OH WELL at the boredom

and plunge ahead on

the assumption that as

my father said - What

counts is elbow grease

It might have physical

repercussions later in life

like arthritis

but at least you'll

know you did your best

I like the abruptness

of hard rock,

don't get me wrong,

and the nifty shift in rhythms

it creates.

But over and over this staccato

beat - it seems like they're

just repeated those 2 lines

by Led Zep - Whole lotta love,

whole lotta love, do what they want

for everybody to just start

making love, and never stop.

Maybe they meant in an

ephemeral way

though - I wanna be

open minded for me

I say it's tarnished because it's been through the ugliness of the sixties, what with the divisiveness the Vietnam War caused.

I have an acquaintance who has a t-shirt that says "these colors don't bleed" and then shows the American flag.

I say they're bleeding now because of the unnecessary blood shed by our boys in Vietnam mixing perhaps with the red blood of America as symbolized by the red stripes on the flag. All because there were these chicken-**** draft dodgers, at least in my own opinion, who with their squawking about serving seemed to egg the war on and on and the unnecessary bloodshed it caused.

I do respect the symbolic nature of the beauty of the American flag and can recall when I was still rather patriotic suggesting to my father, a retired West Point combat army colonel, to get a flag pole in our front yard at one of the houses we lived in the Champaign-Urbana area and fly the flag every day long before it was done even in other parts of the country.

I could be wrong there. Anyway there was an article in the local paper about it that near as I can remember implied that or else it was at least a first for Champaign-Urbana according to what they said.

I think I'm getting patriotic enough again to definitely want the flag to not be burned, etc.

Yeah, me and the flag these days

Sometimes I get envious of some of the other men's selections of snacks and copy them but mostly for 3 o'clock snacks which we all look forward to.

I get dill pickles, chips, ridged potato chips, cheese *****, and an occasional Milky Way, and some pretzel sticks for example.

Some of the guys get those Vienna Sausage BBQ's or otherwise I can remember eating them for lunch years ago maybe when I was working my high school summer vacation construction job.

So I don't think I'm that much off. I've even reverted to my old desire for dried apricots and gotten he cheese dip crackers like some of the other men just to remain kosher.

When we were buying anything we wanted to for night 7:30 snacks I'd get Mounds bars and when allowed I'd bring in my own Cinnamon Toast Crunch for a snack with milk.

I could go on and on about our fascination with nice treats like being able to snack twice a day but that just reminds me that I suggested snacks in the suggestion box years ago before there were any and sometimes I hesitate maybe to congratulate myself since we're getting (implied by some of the RNs) an obsession with snacking.

And then there's 2 cups of coffee in the morning- they might think some of us have an obsession with that too.

Socialize your soap
Socialize your medicine
Organize a great society
Fight the sociopath
Make this a debutante thing
But don't socialize me
I just need subsidies.

Well done flapjacks on both sides
reminds me of the mellowness of both of your skins,
dark maidens.
Throw in a throwback
to retaining the exotic dark hues you exude
in a true way.
I can almost smell both your nice scents from afar
and see you both like a genie arising from
a mysterious potent canister.
Lady M. - Yeah you also remind me of Sen-Sen.
This post is a gas
with you in it
My two dark ladies, you're quite the classy ones.
You wouldn' t even sin if for you both
there was something in it.

Love is in the air
It's everywhere
OOO I'm losing you
But we win against ISIS
and I wouldn't worry about certain people
being drips or even our sissis
Not that we really do,
Some of us at least,
Or if there's rhyme or reason
to the rock group Little Feat
I'm sure the dust will clear
on the Jimmy Dean - John Wayne
duel delusions of some of us.
That we'll be more grateful
for simple love demonstrated
and won't feel we have to be registrated
for all the latest raffles
life will be one big successful raffle
and not for us a big hassle
and l'll look up an old Yankees farmhand
that sounded good to me on the Internet
Bobby Lasko
Love, love is in the air.

Your teeth will fall out
and you need to study
Your tooth is falling out
and you need another buddy
Your feet call out
and your buddles rest on their laurels
in splte of what you call her,
your mother, that is,
and yeah your older sis
and your teeth could use some work
but if you don't want to study,
there's nothing I can do about your use
of the fork
or torque
of the mind
and your one tooth
really hurts
so don't blurt
out about
a snout
or the football expertise
of Dan Fouts
Yeah teeth
and cumulative knowledge
right not
It's a puzzler

Some kind guys reach out
to females - enough
The Block Renaissance around
the time of Lady Sings the Blues
and the magazine Entertainment Cup
did exist
George H. Bush and George W. Bush
were actually pretty good presidents
and a breath of fresh air.
The news is not fixed and there
are actually terribly tragic things
happened day by day.
Michael Jackson's really bad hit
might have been Human Nature rather
than Billie Jean or l'm Bad.
War is as bad as it seems
The Cong were the sick ones,
etc.
Just to exorcise some myths -
These are just opinions, though.

As Reba McIntire says,
the heart is a lonely hunter.
but the lonely sea is its spear
So we go and dive into the sea
seeking to ride out our loneliness
till we hunt no more with our heart
In other words, at least here in America
we have a phrase like
from sea to shining sea in one of our songs
God Bless America
Loneliness is a state of mind
where we're fooking for a sign
to explain the times
as if the line in the cave analogy
of Plato's Republic
represents a fife and death matter
for alf of us
all the time
(not that all of us know about Plato)
and house the loneliness.

I want - no - not a live-in - girlfriend
Here at the VA - that's a real nono -
At least I've been told that - but some of my romantic interests coming to fruition,
A major breakthrough in Illinois football and basketball recruiting,
A good showing in football - maybe a bowl game -
And a terrific start to the U. of I. basketball season.
A good selection for new Yankee manager,
who suggests innovations
And some really good hot story line movies
If I have children - maybe one or two coming forth and claiming me
Some good luck for my sister Nancy
Continuous good health for both my sisters
Good health for my friends and no blows for them
Some special mail
My foster daughter Maria Elena  - writing another warm nice letter for me
All this plus four hard books for my sister to figure out how to order,
Three jazz CDs that might be rare, I don't know
Pharrah Sanders. Thad Levies and Elvin Jones
Three nicely cool CDs from an "affluent" friend
As usual a $100 gift card to where I buy my CDs
And maybe a few nice surprises
I hope it's a very special Christmas for me
Just like the above.

We're the common folk -
Us Dr. Pepper fans
so no more upper crust intelligence
like the Pepsi man
nor a solid wild thing
like the Coke gal
her last name eliminated my gal Sal
Dr. Pepper
Yeah the sign of zephyr
and being sheltered in the tether
rather than in hard leather
We may not be bikers
but we could be hikers
Dr. Pepper
Yeah the sign of the zephyr

to be repeated

Back to Arizona
the procession goes
no more of a bona
than king stuck in those caves
It just goes to show
everybody has their very own favorite fave

What's to hock
Let's get outta here - the flock
We might slip on a sock
and hear the tick-tock of a clock
and look for someone to mock
and maybe even get a lock
Someone might think they're "The Rock".

Got buried with your boots on
A ghost maverick came down from the sky
to grin at you
and he won't let you yawn
as you start on your natural high
Boothill love
It doesn't have to be another dove
one from above
as you and John Wayne
mutter being lowered
knowing the while thing it's tame
and the gang's got you covered.

Rapture in Muscogee
Perfection down by the courthouse in your hometown
I'm square so bear with me,
as I would wander about
Tiffany's and Company
and how it has to do with Southern Comfort.
Nothing like southern hospitality
and just iced tea with a realistic amount of sugar
and there's nothing wrong with those who devour a ******* for a snack
rather than a kosher roast beef sandwich.
I'm not implying this is a ***-crazed decadent country,
only that I use the excuse of being a square for
a turned on ***** mind sometimes, in my opinion.
Yeah, the movie Splendor in the Grass, though
and the sublimity of the TV show Felicity.
Long live alacrity and profanity, too
and the perfidia
of proclamation general.

What's OK, Reactionary?

There's lore to this
just like with sis.
There's more to this
than saying something back as in *****.

First get that temp
or else others in the sickness will last till Lent.
Second get the penicillin medication
or else they'd be a letdown.
Third get some rest.
It'll test your est.
Fourth, give to the doctor a report
or else you'll be stuck.
Fifthly, don't expect a cup of broth
to give you a life when you need it
to fight it
The sixth the fever that
it doesn't come from a sloe gin fizz.
The seventh answer yourself.
Don't daydream of counting sheep.
You free yourself if
and just fall asleep.

You got a real gift in your personality
and your self-assuredness has a nice air of familiarity about it
You lend a helping hand
but don't mind helping people learn to help themselves on self bland
You're nice and handsome
but not hardboiled about it or hateful like Charles Manson
You dress unique
but it all looks like it came from a nice male boutique
I bet you're a real understanding policeman
and policed the streets like a real policeman
You're a quality nurse
and don't walk around looking like
you're about to appear wearing a male purse
Good luck!
That's my opinion, anyway, me or Chuck
not as in race riot starting
but some Chucks do their share of farting
I think.
Wink!

Their hits are like top 40 country -
That's just as good as a flood of classic rock on top 40 FM stations.
Hits like they had in Cotton Candy (Hirt),
Last Date (Floyd Cramer)
and, I believe, Alley Cat (Bent Tafrie)
may sound trite and stale to real music outies
and long haves erudite and fascinating,
but nothing like keeping it simple, stupid,
like the infantry motto says -
and avoid all the affected esoterian in cult music circles.

Tom Petty passes away - sorry to hear that
Tears come to my eyes...of al the so-called
zeepugglesoeyes I liked him and the Heartbreakers the best
and that song When I Found You makes me think
he picked me up in Northern Florida
or Georgia hitchhiking and he was around a curve
out of desperation and internal despair
and picking me up inspired him to write the song -
once again I'm probably imagining things.
Lately I'm imagining I fathered whole 30 kids
through my wife and sowing some wild oats
much later after we got divorced
Lately all the critiquing my poetry
that I like I feel is with good intention
and the critiques are just
just trying to help me cope
with this present day matrix or morass of my childhood
that they might think they have a bead on
even though I find the whole thing sorta
uncivilized. I probably think I'm
somehow through the whole thing
being psychic.
That's it for now.

Garvin
Garvey
Garvin
We're starving for Marvin
as in Hagler
Let's snag her
"You gave your promises to me
and I gave mine to you.
You gave your promise to me
and I gave mine to you
Love is all around us
So let the feeling grow"

Quite a character,
probably got stuck in an elevator
and wanted to be a politician and get in a filed brief
and checked the radiator
out of paranoia
when he was living in a room
and didn't use paraphernalia
if he was using ******
and never got so bad all of
a sudden he's go boom
and probably didn't
have a thing about the Maryland
Terrapins.
Toomes once for all
he knew if there was gravity in
Rich and Ron Saul
and what hippie chicks meant by a babe
and that in life sometimes one
thinks it takes a lot of gall and if SI readers thought as
a phony Tex Meade.
Dizzy
Yeah he probably just used the phizzy
and couldn't stand that one by
Tin Lizzy
either
and got sties in his eyes there.
He was a great pitcher
people remember him
by his great nickname
and what that more comes to mind.
He had razz-a-ma-tazz
(yeah the gaslight)
and probably knew what was his sign.
I bet he was a good man, too
and even grew a fu-manchu.

Yeah 'em sprinkled on our stocking caps
from being in the snow and taking it off
right when you get indoors.
Yeah 'em hitting one's nose out in the snow
and landing on your lips as you
start to speak in the snow.
Yeah 'em drifting by your window
as you enjoy the warmth
of the indoors in wintertime.
Yeah 'em hitting splat on the windshield
of a car you're in in a blizzard -
Yeah 'e, on the black crinkly hair
of a black girlfriend as you playfully
embrace in the snow.
Yeah 'em in the nose and in the
straight silky hair of a white
girlfriend as you playfully greet
each other in the snow or as you say
goodnight at her door while it's still snowing.
Yeah 'em having landed on a dark
overcoat or stadium coat as you
take it off entering the indoors in the winter or
spotted about on say a beige muffler
of yours as you enter a warm room from
a cold winter's night.
Yeah big ones going splat on
your face with a burning sensation
out in the snow
and getting 'em in your eye and
having them burn as you get
caught in a driving snowstorm
or landing in relatively
big splotches as they land
in a snowstorm in the back of your neck.
Yeah 'em melting in the heat
of the indoors.
Yeah flakes -
make you want to get 'dem cakes.

Call me a Tiger (a restless stud, I think)
I've got stripes around my shoulders, though
Connie Pommegan probably thought I had stripes everywhere
and I reminded him of drippy Fruit Stripe gum, I guess
and yeah my sergeant's stripes in ROTC
Come right now
like a tiger
like Tabien said
I guess I think I'm a tiger
literally (how dumb) with
Smokey the Bear thrown in
Tony the Tiger
roars.
This is probably a bore
Why a tiger
and a cartoon character -
I guess 'cause I think
I'm some sort of lovable
tomcat -
I don't know?
This poem went nowhere.

Did you ever wonder
if so-called music experts
considered songs by the above
like Cotton Candy, Last Date,
and Alley Cat maybe
as trite and stale and
all that crap
whenthey've got just as much gap
as an irritated ***
just as much pizzazz
as a sigh with all the razz-ma-tazz
and just as much a successful song
as any that have been crooned.
They're classic top 40
just as much as that ****
FM classic rock (I still like)
I don't mean to shock
or gove away that I'm a flop
but like I've said
in the infantry, our
motto is keep it simple stupid
I wish some of these
****** producers also would
pick up on that and
not try to play decadent Cupid.

What should have been
Now I'm certain
You've got AIDS
and have lived for sin
and wonder who you're about to lay
and you probably think I'm gay
because being a Muslim
I don't believe in promiscuity
and am not worried about the
life story of Jimmy Breskin
and wonder just what is gravity
Got to hell
or ill tell
and ring a bell
on how you fell for
me
making me
drown in love's sea

But we can never see
the love
OK, I'm Charles Robert Sturies,
Charles Robert Sturies,
the we,
and yeah Oui Magazine
in anyone but me
So you're my special angel,
guardian angel
in a protective, motherly way
and explain that there just
isn't anything
like an instruction per se
it's so the way
Oh say, Never try to obey

The birds chirp
We end with a lurch
on we to the church
and no more of a search
for glam and glitter
and wondering what is Twitter
Hold my hand.
I cant help it I'm a ham
and got this thing about 'Nam
and Uncle Sam
and being a Yankees fan.
Let me run your ****
but I'm not looking to scratch it.
You'd probably enjoy
giving me a slap
on the back and telling me what is a ******.
Where's the melody?
In that we're both new.
I'll scratch you back
You scratch mine
But a couple of lovebirds
as we hear sounds
that we're in love, natch
From melody de mens to
the story of love
we hear things all right
real things on into the night

Come with me
down the ladder of success a few steps
to a snowflake
in the wintertime, not to borrow
from Robert Frost,
to see Miss Merry Christmas
with her white muffler
and her grin like Jacqueline Onassis.
We'll find some competent people
to climb that
slippery, slimy, scratchy, stogie
ladder of success
with sweat, blood, and tears, to
borrow from Winston Churchill

A poetic or song, phrase will
give me a beat to anticipate
a meal or falling asleep at night
getting cozy underneath the covers
a quick beat might penetrate
my movements as I shower
and a quick beat
might accompany
getting ready for the
shower
or, yes, using the toilet before/can
not that the nurses who help something flush it
In an activity a recurring terrific
rhythm might accompany the
high point of the activity
or in riding in a car
there might be a nice rhythm
I guess I'm happy to be
these days

Sissys got class.
Some of them are even gasp
and furthermore they know
about the "dudes" who want to
know who there is to lay
Everyone they don't obey
and ***** is such a nebulous term anyway
let the ships fall where they may
I'm as lucky Patterson would say probably a hard-core one
and think I'm a disappointment as a son
Hair on the chest
and being a camel man
most of my life
and an infantry volunteer and a 'Nam volunteer
Stuff like that
it's a big deal
it's hard to tell whether
one is effeminate or not

Dave - he said I'm going to make you **** a moose
Eric - he said to me yes A. Sturies you're another Walt Disney
Bucky - a real character who just talked baby talk
Leo - the black hebephrenic who'd wait with laughter at the most idle of chatter
Melvin G. - a hippie ex-Marine with PTSD who said the same thing happened to him that happened to me - being put in a straitjacket and flown out of stateside full territory getting roped into a serious "mental illness"
Melvin T. - a case of Tourette Syndrome, oh does he get insulting in my opinion
Tim - who's laugh and then cry, what an emotional rollercoaster I imagined him to be on
Bill - sort of a kind foreign bewildered stunned who waltzed around the work in circles for lock-up back in the day
Donald - who'd pretend to silence a doorknob on that same ward