The RetroLounge Daily Poem Thread (Thu 11/30/06)

[RetroLounge]

Colorado

I seem to be in Colorado and Los Angeles at the same time
bucking for a future perch as the patron saint of bilocation.
Sister Bertha's in the alley setting the garbage cans on fire,
Poke Rawlins' ambling toward No Problem Bridge.

Listen, I tell the punch-drunk fighter who hits me up for change,
You go around the block this way and I'll go that way panhandling,
then we'll meet in the middle and you can have the loot.
Yeah, good idea, and he goes off twitching, jabbing at his shadow.

Now sister's doing the electric glide, not easy on concrete but she's
got the feet of Pavlova, and fingertips like the finest white asparagus.
And this muscular guy swings a pick into the rocky mountains,
looks at me—Man, which way is Reno?—I point west,

he heads for his car. Tonight we'll steal the pianos from the dump
and Tyke will sit in the back of the truck pounding out Rachmaninoff
'cause he's off to Nam in the morning, and Jolan's sex will taste I swear
like the Salton Sea, she should've been a surfer not a skier,

and we'll be tangled up on the floor when a horse sticks his head
in the window. She plays piano too like the last time she played
something soft on a mountaintop that was goodbye. Poke,
they call him that 'cause if you offer him a ride he says, No thanks,

I'm in a hurry. He's about eighty or so but can still be found
in the middle of a bar fight at the Red Onion. Haven't heard from Sister,
word is she married a Hell's Angel and got big in real estate.
I'll come back for fifteen minutes one day and sit on a rock I tried to blow up

in another poem. Poke, that's his arm alright, waving from a pile of rabbits
he had no heart to kill. Here comes the punch-drunk fighter, he made it
around the block—he's not stupid and I wasn't lying—he's got two dollars,
I've got a dollar sixteen, that's enough for him he says, Thanks, see you later.

Richard Louis Garcia

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RL

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[Duncan Grant]

1. Kicking for the "fingertips like the finest white asparagus".

:kick: :hi: