POEM: Charlie

Charlie

 

When the late Charles Chaplin came to tea

unexpectedly we

talked little

gawked

mock-draining vacant cups

 

Finally I (a child then) said

“You’re awfully smart Charles”

 

He smiled

 

“But I can see your coccyx”

 

He spat his tea

grabbed hat and cane

 

and clattered down the lane

 

 

 

 

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THE EXTRATERRESTRIAL JAZZ POETESS

Dreamed an extraterrestrial jazz poetess was visiting me at night.  Not to perform godless experiments, no, but – to rearrange my furniture.  In horror, peeping around corners, I watched her drag sofas, and slide ottomans, showing very little regard for the basic principles of feng shui.  And she looked like Margaret Atwood.  At least I hope it was a dream …

What else?  Oh – PLUM STUFF, my unusual new book of poems and full-color artwork, is now available for order from 8th House, and Barnes & Noble.  Why not pick up a copy?  And if you’re in the area, why not attend one of the readings?  Here’s the tour schedule:

That’s just about everything.  I’d sleep, now, except – I’m frightened.  Awfully, awfully frightened …