an anthology of heuristic pure/

it was about the same time my father

promised me that he wasn't the tooth fairy.

Not the ghost that left the dime under my pillow

for the molar I twisted and pried loose

like the bolt from the Subaru's

head gasket/

Then I was circumcised and Joanne

would wear those black Mary-Jane's

in middle school, and ain't no

need being graphic from here on

but take it from me, she showed me the edge of

her girdle. Now what kind of decent girl

would show a teenage boy the edge of

her girdle? And what kind of person

did she think I was anyway?

Reviews

[Corset]

The kind of person that would look at a girl's girdle when she showed it obviously, oh man I love that analogy -"or the molar I twisted and pried loose like the bolt from the Subaru's head gasket"
and OUCH if you weren't circumcised till 6-ish years of age!

[kmartell]

almost like Anthony Wallace if he were to write poetry. I really like the poetic/prosaic quality in this poem.

[Ed Hart]

those old memorial snapshots glisten more than a new nude full front photo of debauch

[h d e rushin]

I like sexy that is intimated more than shown......snapshots, not r-rated movies.....thanks Ed.

[Ken Simm.]

Memories of nice pain. you write stuff that shows up lots of things that hitherto I thought were oxymoronic. And that takes skill, passion and guts. Especially when you do it it with everybodies memories.

[h d e rushin]

great point Ken.....at some point, everyone's memories are similar......thank you my friend...

[Delmar Cooper]

"I see Paris, I see France, I see Lydia Anne's..." well the first thing we covet is the first thing we see. Having seen it's a short hopscotch into rationalizing. Thanks for sharing.

[h d e rushin]

I see Paris too Delmar. The itinerant mademoiselle showing her garter in one of those
1950's movies, her white off the shoulder blouse lower than normal....Don't get me started.....lol
thanks my friend....