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Reprinted from Cheshire, Hey Lady, Kaleidoscope, Pretty Mama, Quixote, etc.

for Peter Brunner

AFTER 3 YEARS 

they're divorcing together, she's
marrying a motorcycle
rider, he's seeing a black-haired
girl who writes poetry & he rides
motorcycles too & she's a
painter & the funny thing is
they accidented together
once in their Volkswagen & they
both lost front teeth & now they'll both 
go through life forever wearing
identical false front teeth &
maybe a few other scars too

Zonyx the Dancing Scorpio:  Poetry from Pretty Mama

From Pretty Mama, December 1967

CALLING OUT 

It's a ritual, and after jogging
several miles that time of night
when only the diesel under the bridge
possesses warmth or sound, in tennis
shoes for fleetness and two 
pairs of socks, I head for the house and the shower,
the day's exercise done. A hot 
shower, but always ending with as cold
as it can get. Stoically I chill,
remembering when I had a lover how
I used to howl when the icy water
hit, wondering why it should be that
I only cry out when someone's there to hear

Zonyx the Dancing Scorpio:  Poetry from Pretty Mama

From Pretty Mama, 1968

        STONES FOR A
          CHILDHOOD

               FRIEND 

your John Deere driving hand
jiggles three pebbles
pops one out: almost
like a wet pinched seed 

leaving two to thumb
and tumble in palm
in the hay-calming sun 

one slips to lie
filmed in dust 
like the dead deer's eye 

the last one fondled
to a trace of a thumb-wide
channel

just absent-minded pleasure 

but grimly
while your hands' backskin
turns in the sun
like the hides of the barn-nailed
moles

Zonyx the Dancing Scorpio:  Poetry from Pretty Mama

From Pretty Mama, circa 1968

  IN TINY'S BAR, ADAMS, WISCONSIN

Carl, you've got strength enough for two, or more,
Surprising out-of-towners who hear us,
Smirking: "Carlotta" behind those graceful bulky hips.
I hope you stay away from me. Your face
Is ugly, broken-nosed. Ham-colored lips
That suck the bottle's rim so searchingly
Are soft with spit like bits of cotton, or
They even fold themselves half-daintily
Around a pastel cigarette, but your
Back is broad, hard and fanwise tense as you
Strain eagerly against the largest rock 
That you can find, and carry it around
Outside the tavern door. When you are through 
With such dumb, nameless fun maybe you'll think
'Cause I can drink much more than you, and have
A better-looking face than I'm entitled to,
More satisfying sport is to be found
In hurting me, those boulders left to sink
Once more into that weathered garden ground. 

Zonyx the Dancing Scorpio:  Poetry from Pretty Mama

From Pretty Mama, December 1967

HERO 

Lawrence of 
Arabia
Was afraid
Of labia.

Zonyx the Dancing Scorpio:  Poetry from Dive Deep, Leap Clear

From Dive Deep, Leap Clear

BRANCHES

A few
branches
seem to bend
heavily --
much more
than you
would think
from the few
leaves they
bear
   
Zonyx the Dancing Scorpio:  Poetry from Dive Deep, Leap Clear

           HAIKU 
   
in memory of Bob McKiernan
                                                d. 2009

     Screen pink with teen poon
     Fat old man masturbating
     My essence turns pain

                  


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