I ask my skeleton if my bf
Is the one, the one who
Took the five dollar bill
I had Scotch tapped under my
Left red pump
Usually Ivan is like a flirty bird
Flying hither and thither singing
Bright and joyous songs to his friends
And to girls when he likes “the cut of their jib”
Often he will drop, airily, warm white
Keepsakes with little black spots in them
Upon the heads of those who have annoyed him
The two of us together are like salt and vinegar
Whisky and weasels or a bagful of Madonna’s
With one ARod swimming inside,
Like Obama and Osama, guano and ice cream,
The moon is an opal car, a Hyundai, stolen
At night by gangsters who ship it off to
Ecuador in a flash
My skin is like a salt lick and Ivan is like
A young male deer come to get his,
Yet I fool the wily young man as I’ve
Eaten a corn fritter and chili and have my
Trusty Zippo behind my butt…bada-boom!
And when the band played Obladi Oblada
Using Andean reed flutes backed up
By a Jew’s harp my head spun into the stars
I lit the methane and blew out the wall of
Momma’s living room and sent the baby grand
And my precious bird-like Ivan into eternity
Author notes
found tattooed on the butt of a teenaged female mongoose hunter (no she is the female, she does NOT hunt female mongoosess) who sings, part time, at a blues club in Orange County California...
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Comments
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Aye, truly stuff and nonsense and spoofy, oh MY!
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HAHA! I would never tape anything to the bottom of my shoe. lol A very funny poem that tickles my funnybone.
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Smiling at your very funny poem! I think there might be some poets here who would take this poem very seriously. lol
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