looking for my kind of people
need not apply
while reading historical
nor krinkly, wrinkly
with foul smelling
who count their money
in a dark little room
no judges, no fire chiefs,
no social workers,
no grocery store clerks,
or used car salesmen
if there are any candlestick makers
still around, none of them either
and no swarthy skinned
men with mustaches
no baldheaded men
with brittle hair
piled higher than
six and one half inches
none too short
and none too tall
none too large
and none too small
no men in tangerine
and no women
in pedal pushers
no arabs, blacks,
wops or jews
no russians, maldavians,
limeys, frogs, krauts,
poles, czechs, hunkies,
or tight-fisted scots
they just need not apply
and no chinamen either,
and none of their oriental cousins,
whatever they’re called
look the same to me
and dam sure no
and canadians, too
and kansans, californians,
new yorkers, nevadans,
or any of the rest
all of them just need not apply
all that riffraff
just need not apply
cause now we’re getting down
to the right kind of people
the good people
who should (fuck the
meek and all the rest)
inherit the earth
cause now we’re getting down
to the good people
to my kind of people
Hit’s a big sombitch,
and I nod,
because it really is very, very large.
Seen one like hit onct in Tupulo.
He scratches and spits and scratches again.
Hit was almost as big as this,
but not quite.
He takes off his hat and wipes sweat from his head.
just like this one.
We circle it, in opposite directions.
me at distance, intimidated
as any normal person would be.
But not Luny.
Luny doesn’t give a damn,
he just wants to look.
He walks right up to it, sticks
his face right up to it,
pokes at it with his finger,
Lookeehere, you ever seen sucha thing?
And I look at Luny, climbing
over all the wonders of the world, sticking
his fingers into every crack in the universal order
of things as they should and always will be, saying,
Well, wouldja look at that!
then moving on to the next curiosity to grab
a hold of his always hungry hillbilly mind.
And I think, nope, I never did see such a thing.
in the news: Southern Baptists urge cure for homosexuality
Vivaldi from the speakers overhead,
a good way to start the day,
music alive with the morning,
a corner table to catch the sun
and a cup of rich Costa Rican blend
to help me focus on the latest news
the regulars are here,
and three I haven’t seen before,
a middle-aged man in a dark suit,
red tie on sky-blue shirt,
black loafers shinned to a gloss,
trying to sell something
to two young women, girls, really,
mid-twenties at most
the girls are a couple,
obvious from the way they sit together,
from the way they look at each other,
the way they touch, hands brushing,
lingering, as they reach for their coffee cups
an unmatched pair, one tall and thin,
with a large open smile, a cheerleader smile,
an in-charge smile, like the drum major
leading the parade down main street,
a real firecracker-fourth American beauty
the other, voluptuous, with a dark latin look,
high cheekbones, ebony hair drawn back,
la charra girl on a great white horse, prancing,
a proud look, a look of influence and privilege
from the days when the Spanish king ruled here,
another kind, an earlier kind, of American beauty
both of them listening closely to the salesman,
investments, insurance, whatever he’s selling
that couples buy for a life together, whatever
lovers buy as they meld two lives to one,
as they set aside the singularity of lives alone
finding a cure for the isolation of lives lived apart
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
"I'm 60 years old and I live in San Antonio,Texas. I'm 6 feet tall and I weigh 255 pounds. I used to be taller, thinner and younger but was transformed along the way by life and an excessive love of pecan pie. I published a couple of poems in the late 60's-early 70's, then quit writing (except for business writing) for nearly 30 years, as career and family took up most of my time and creative energies. I began writing again when I retired a couple of years ago.
Since then my poems have been published in a number of on-line and print literary journals, including The Melic Review, Poems Niederngasse, The Muse Apprentice, Alchemy, The ShallowEnd, AvantGarde Times, The Poet's Canvas, Dynamic Patterns, Eclectica, The Green Tricycle, Nectarzine, Experimentia, Planet Magazine, The Horsethief's Review, Maelstrom, Tryst, Taj Mahal Review, Blaze/VOX, Beatnik, Liquid Muse
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