Sitting ahead of Kentucky
I saw two horse fucking
I saw me a chicken clucking
I found peach sandals.
Igloos, or tootsie pops
Meningitis flip flops
Lord, I can't tend my crops
The waxing chipping gold
wheat does swing me a Bermuda
of continental breakfasts,
and Teriyake IHOPs.
His head is up wind
Nose down right
When the flesh enters him
through the healthy whale
eye twilight, zoned, safe
Inspector Fuzz, haste
Haste not, you are in
peach sandals, baby,
you are casino.
His chins are not
and shall be not be not
be not be not be at rest,
from his huge forty four
until his day of pancakes
But here they lie, glued,
clasping one another like
terrified sisters in the
woolen womb of sandal
in the cupping action
of boob.
The rain that shouts through
nearby shanties, the dead ass,
smooths his hair, weathering
the sting of this peach's pose
This lad's gardnerella pantie-hose.
All pears witness and
insulate the last peach
The bowels of fecundity
The uterus of palindrome
next to the man, the sandal
the rubber-cement straddle
over her extravagent periwinkle
dress, chest, her choppy steps,
those gilded leather lozenges
baby shoes and hostages.
The DAMN very air!
The black whirririrriringlingding of the
camera, and weight of the tape
rewinding, subscribing, Geomancy
Of the Large Man in the Peach sandals.
Amen, you may now kiss the dazzle,
and get naked on the hand grenade.
Author notes
Written February 1st, 2004
In a list
A contest entry
- Beat poetry for the Captain by Captain America.
300 points, ended May 29, 2006, 2 entries
Silver trophy winner
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
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What the hell was that? I f*cking loved it.
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DAMN!! I absolutely DEVOURED THIS!!! A tad odd..true, but ye gods(!) Keruoac,Ginsberg,Cassidy,Burroughs..et al you my friend, are up there with them...and trust me, that's the biggest,bestest compliment I can lay on ya!!! I will hunt down more of your work to quence this hunger you have jabbed in me....thanks yew oh so much!!!!
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This certainly is quite an enjoyable read, layered in strangeness, yet it all works, and is very creative. I had to read it a few times just to soak it up. Great job!
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That's because, not only are you ahead of the curve?
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Now this is the thing. When I log onto AP and want to read something, I do so because it takes me away from the humdrum of my day. I am enticed into another’s world of thought and feeling and I am selfish because I want it to be gift wrapped in skill and sheer brilliance. I don’t ask for much, just original thought, laced in humor and a biting look at society and a gentle lampooning of the general populace. I am disappointed more often than I am delighted. So if I am really keen I will delve a little deeper, as most of my favorites tend to churn such a volume of stuff that quite frankly conventional weapons could not curtail their output. This is one of those overlooked gems that brightens my day and thank the Gods of muse I am on the same wavelength. This is, pardon the pun, a peach. Where most writers successfully bore me shitless after the first clichéd line, yours invariably catch me off guard. Readers should like being caught off guard as it opens them to new ideas and untrodden paths. It seems most don’t as they trot out the same old lines with the same tried and tested themes. I loved this. It was a ponderous way of saying so but while my “The bowels of fecundity” are full to overflowing let me just reiterate in all my verbosity- I loved it.
David
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Spunarrific!
Damn, dude! TOO MUCH IMAGERY! LOL Just kidding. Keep it up. What did this have to do with Senor Spuna?
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LMAO! How right you were, Mr 8...and thank you for directing me to this peach of a piece.
This was was beyond excellent, as quirky and unique as leather diapers...with diamonds at the edges! 
I truly enjoyed this, from flow, to imagery to the very last drop of superb style...you truly are a most gifted poet and strange soul...but hey that's why you rock!
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You must admit this poem of such great importance is to sandals what beowulf was to... Grendals. lol.
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sphincter tarts and go karts. The red thin margarine that drips from simmering chorizo over the bisquick pain cakes seems forever lost, because you have put them out in the mushroom rain. Sandra Dee is to pancakes what sarah lee is to castor oil and pollux paper that comes in 17 packs. I believe the horse needs a push to get over THAT fence.
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I really like this, i must say that the first line caught my attention since i am from KY...lol...I did enjoy this write...I love you style. It seems to me that you are a man of many talents...
Tammy
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"gilded leather lozenges"... now that's a spantaculous phrase... groovy. (short attention span for typing, sorry, be assured you are still wonderful in my eyes)
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polished as a toffs shoe
AverOj says it all really. A poem with versatility and originality which get my juices flowing. Poetry needs to be dragged from under the anoraks and Dolce and Gabbana'd. This could be a lyric, a poem, a rap and a (multi haiku with a tweak ere and there.)
Pleased to see you get mature comments and accurate critques by people who 'get you' and not some vacuous dickhead from you know where.
Always a blast mate - always a blast ! -
Thank you, what a lovely thing to say.
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What the hell. This is the most outrageous poem I have read so far, quite entertaining but very umm.. odd? No that cant be the word! The writer is odd as hell not the poem, but speakin of double chins that look like boobs (as I took it) could quite scare a person.
I like your writing, it was very entertaining, very real, very unexpected. Most the stuff written on here is about suicide, depression, how you hate someone but hardly ever do you read about a day of pancakes? You have an awesome style, and I am going to add you to my favorites, greatly done. Amen brotha keep up the writing. But watch out for the children and spectators that can be asses.
Reva -
Is there an echo in here or is it just me?
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spuna
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Fear no evil.
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spuna
Hell, this is casino. All glittery and shining with bright lights and a neon tinged halo of promised delights. Is the buffet open? Is Warren in? How do you say "Gimme chips" in Spanish?
You are the man in peach sandals and that ain't your mother's underwear neither - that's pure horsehair and ash - the latest in penitent panties. If it itches, its holy.
Yah. Okay. I'm standing here feeling like maybe I'm at the Kentucky Derby watching the last race of the day, sipping a mint julip and then she walks in. Cut to slo-mo and cue up the violins as the tempo jangles with each sequin on that periwinkle dress. Can I buy her? How do you say that in Spanish? Is that handgrenade live? Live or not, its in my pocket now and I'm heading for the crowd.
And that fat guy had better not be a private eye, 'cuz Zelda, I'm telling you, I ain't playing games on video tape.
Yah. spuna is good. Society for the Protection of Unnatural Nude Acts. I belong. I pay my dues. I'm a card-carrying radical with an FBI badge.
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okies, read this twice and now my head is all fucked up.... hehe. Nothing like a good beating every now and then. -
Once again a mixed up perfection of a mess of eloquent only you could condeuct into my thoughts...you've got a gift and i for one would never keep you from this insanity....great as usual...good write choder.
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i have totally forgotten how to spell since writing deliberate misspellings and reading deliberate misspellings its all starting to look the same...sometimes in your stuff i detect a sardonic cynical totally pissed off with everything taking the piss side especially when i am in a sardonic cynical totally pissed off with everything taking the piss side mood..or maybe its just the horse. wheres he got to anyway? surely the horse background deserves to be on here...he never gets a fuck and now the one time he does hes not here to enjoy it. no wonder he always looks so evil. i love this poem but then i would because i like being tossed around by words hither thither and everthiwitherthingy bouncy this n that..little bit of this little bit of that...this makes sense that bit puzzles me etc then it all finishes and you think aw thank god for that. really enjoyed it...my brain didnt but i did. its flabulous dahling.
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Gritty, surreal, quite entertaining.
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No, you were right I didn't check, but should be fixed now, thanks.
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reminds me of one of those snuff films...im not particularly sure why, probably the last two stanzas, and your spelling is infuriating even though i know you do it on purpose =) but i think it also addes to your poem, it gives it an element of simplicity, or of (since im like this) vague cruelty
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you are so twisted at times lets just nuke them all ey
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Yeah, read it now.
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kinda wierd but ok, so your a preist now ey or u got married right on keep then coming i like a good read
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