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Underground eXperts United
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[ Three Poems ] [ By Scott Poole ]
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Three Poems
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by Scott Poole
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The One Poem I Wrote In San Francisco
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The gap toothed Negro
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swivels like the sun in an alley.
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A Chinese draws a sword
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and hales a bus
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which runs him over.
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Everyone flows to the right
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wandering in with the cars
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a lone security cop moves left.
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The swirling Negro leaves
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San Francisco painted in salt,
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off to direct his new mental picture.
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If I could just lie down
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with all these buildings on my back.
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Then, in the morning
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rise like a giant
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and walk down the coast.
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The Ex-Porn Star Retirement Center
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In the future there will be eighty year old
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porn stars.
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I could retire with them.
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Watching their bodies under
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simple old lady dresses.
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Wandering the building with a slow gate,
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one hand stroking the wall,
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mouth open,
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drool falling out.
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And seeing their eyes turn on subjects
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of love and photographs.
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It would be wonderful
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with a mug of coffee
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giant old house by the woods.
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A blockbuster and
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take home pizza near by.
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I would want each to have an advanced degree
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sitting on old couches,
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talking of Schopenhauer, Neruda,
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Thoreau, and Fudd.
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Listening to Bach and Metallica.
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Maybe no talking,
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just the sound of birds
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on the screen porch
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a couple days deep in July.
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Maybe just a slow gathering
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of images
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as I always have,
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relishing hands cooking,
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mustached lips, smiles,
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feet in nurses shoes shuffling.
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The quiet way a leaf might talk
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the symphony of forest,
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among bodies that have survived
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almost an Olympic event,
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the old porn stars and me.
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The Minor Part
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My foot on the gas petal
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the flower growing deeper
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into the car,
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the road, the time
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passing beneath my passive
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foot.
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Toes lay limp, but aware as
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bees waiting out a storm.
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No more energy than needed
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resting on a pin head,
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my foot
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dripping honey down my ankle
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this little piggy
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checked into a Zen center
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and never came home,
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taking me away from
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here in a blooming of
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machine, foot, and man
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playing out my minor part.
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uXu #362 Underground eXperts United 1996 uXu #362
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Call RIPCO ][ -> +1-312-528-5020
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