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Ed Jamieson, US
 

 

 

 

Free Verse

 

A Flower in a Vase for My Love

 

A water drop
Falls on a petal.
The flower blooms
In the sun.
I pick the flower
For my love.
She fills the vase
With water.
A beautiful
Flower in
A beautiful vase
For
A beautiful love.

Five days later
The flower is dead.

 

 

Roller Derby

 

Kansas City Bomber, starring Raquel Welch is on the screen, Friday night
Dad's drunk, again. Me and mom and sister in a car
Parked at the drive-in
Raquel is skating around the rink in her tight white number eleven shirt and tights

Dad took me to a T-Birds game downtown Los Angeles at the Olympic Auditorium:
Smoke stale room, adults drinking smoking
The skaters moved slower, the crowd was smaller.
It looked more real on TV.
Dad would leave me alone. I need to go to the restroom, he would say. He went to
The restroom a lot that day. He always came back with beer on his breath.
Nobody looked like Raquel.


Mom's crying and sister's upset (she's not with her friends)
My hand in popcorn and my mouth full of popcorn
Enjoying Raquel skating around in her four-wheel skates,
She wins the elimination race to stay on the team.
A victorious Raquel is what a twelve-year-old boy wants to see.
Next Friday we'll be back.
And that's the end.

 

 

Sometimes I Feel More Like the Whore Than the Whores I'm Writing About

 

Whitman wrote about
America
Williams wrote about
Red wheelbarrows
Ginsberg wrote about
Cock
Bukowski wrote about
Horses

I'm watching a coke whore
Trying to find a good vein
In her foot and

All I can think about
Is wanting to fuck her

 

 

Hanging Around in a Knot

 

The morning comes too soon
When you wake up to go to work

The morning comes too soon
When you open your eyes and see your wife

The morning comes too soon
When you feel today would be a good day to die

The morning comes too soon
When you know you don't have enough money to pay the bills

The morning comes too soon
When you drive to work with your high-lights on and
Drive home with high-lights on

The morning comes too soon
When you have nothing to write

(And the sun sleeps)  delete

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

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