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Crazy times of dime bag dreams and fevered river scenes that would drown the lice in Bukowski's beard.
There was a quiet stretch of sand on the Iowa River, not far from downtown. I pitched a tent in the woods behind that little beach. Blue herons and blue balls, I hadn't been laid in a while.
A woman in a red one-piece swimsuit used to come on sunny days and lie in the sand drinking Chardonnay. I should have done like the crawdaddy and backed away.
I stumbled out of the woods one afternoon, and began talking to her and drinking her wine. We laughed and drank under that demented Iowa sun. At night, we peeled off our clothes and swam in the river with the water snakes and ghosts that floated down from the university. I'm almost positive that Dylan Thomas and Vonnegut drank with us one night. It could have just been cholera or typhoid.
I built a fire after our swim, and we danced naked and fucked next to an old elm tree. The otters and muskrats watched, as the crawdaddyy slowly backed away into the wine-soaked night.
Vivid imagery and a lot of colorful language. I liked the references to other poets. Life was quite different back then. Was it better? Who really knows? We thought we could swim with the snakes in murky waters and still come out just fine. If only the crawdaddy could have given us advice. Great write, Thomas. Lydi**
To be young and foolish again. Maybe we can be old and foolish? I enjoyed the tale and the scenery. You made the reader see and believe every word. Thank you Thomas for sharing the outstanding poetry and memory.
Coyote
Ah, the things we will do when we are young. Who knows what dangers lay in that river? Of course, sufficient chardonnay and a nude female swim mate can do much to take our mind off snakes.
Vivid imagery and a lot of colorful language. I liked the references to other poets. Life was quite different back then. Was it better? Who really knows? We thought we could swim with the snakes in murky waters and still come out just fine. If only the crawdaddy could have given us advice. Great write, Thomas. Lydi**
Thomas W. Case was born in Oxnard. He has published 3 volumes of poetry. The Bullfrog Dreams of Flying, Artichokes, Avocados, and Van Gogh, and Seedy Town Blues. He has won several poetry contests. Hi.. more..