Sunday, July 5, 2009

Dream Fragments of a Holiday Weekend ... and A Happy Fourth of July



Dream Fragments of a Holiday Weekend ... and A Happy Fourth of July





hot dog
two-bits
a real Picasso a la mustard
on a new white T
corn-on-a-cob
butter lips
but
oh how i love your typewriter teeth

beach blanket
flannel grey
with a single red stripe
working class flag
put it there, Al, put it there
a little in the shade
by Bill and Marcy-Ann

KFC would have been easy
but Suzy made our lunch
there
in the brown paper bag
oops
grampa takes a tumble
cousin Frank does the wax paper fumble
and
hey, that's mine
which?
the pb&j
sand sandwich
mmmm ... nice and crunchy
yes, well, i only buy organic

cool breeze
kid with a wheeze
and a bad sneeze
tosses the top
off his ice cream cone
same old flop and drop
oh dear
let gramma brush it off
and come here
sit by me
on the warm sand
warm sand
and crack of an ass
owww damn
crikey that's one raw
beach bum
pass me a little of that penaten, would ya?

hey mom
auntie Marie has the shits
Ruthie, please
mind your manners
well she does
and she wants you to come help
help how? hold her hand?
i dunno
well, neither do i
she does this every time

that transistor radio
how many stations you get?
yeah, well Sylvie forgot
to buy batteries
huh? and huh?

and

back to pass
looking long
and
he's got it
the Bonifuco kid
touchdown

life is good, Mitch
life is good
can't buy
all that family
no, can't buy all that love
just wish
you hadn't screwed around
with that real estate bitch

touchdown
Houston we have touchdown
the eagle has landed
high five
low five
jitter jive

My fellow Americans, we are facing an economic crisis of extraordinary ...

Houston we have a problem

finally fireworks
crackle and boom
and gunpowder flowers bloom
their colours glowing
under the rocket's red glare
and the fiery hue
softens the gloom
of bills owing
kids growing
and yep
soon it'll be snowing

quiet night blue
under big yellow moon
and on the slow drive home
little angels with sleepy eyes
drift into dreams
and once you hit the turnpike
follow highway #1
down to the junction of
some place
some day
and somehow
because that, my friend, that is where
you will hear the shout and call
of God Bless America
and you will know
when you arrive
how the love of country
enriches one and all

Copyright © Kennedy James, 2009. All rights reserved.

2 comments:

  1. kj!!! *hug*

    glad to see me favorite poet here :)

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  2. kj!!! *hug*

    glad to see my favorite poet here :)

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