fairlane’s poetry corner Part XVII

Cocteau Twins

Blue Bell Knoll

Ode to a ban chod

You fuck your sister
Yes,
it’s true
In fact, no one fucks their sister

quite like you

Ned Beatty’s Colon Exam

That cold, indifferent hand

“You gotta purty mouth, boy”

(Mom said there’d be days like this)

Now, bend over, and squeal

Good Old Kentuck

Here in Kentuck
We don’t have much
Why many of us are even missing our Teeth

We hate Dixie Chicks, and
Elitist “City Pricks”

But dern tootin’ iffin’ we’s don’t luv us sum Toby Keith

For that Jug Butted Fat Ass with Whom I used to Work

I once knew a girl from Nantucket
Her ass was shaped just like a Bucket

I was going to write more
But this poem is a bore

Eh, Fuck It

Ode to a Childhood

Little Miss Muffet sat on a…Tuffet?

What in the Fuck is a Tuffet?

Pondering Cal Thomas

You write about “queers”
Quite a lot I must say

And it does cause one to wonder

For the Memory Impaired

Riddley, Riddley Ree

I see things

No one else can see

For the Children

Somewhere, over my Rainbows
Care Bears fly

An Oldie, but Goodie

Four whores, and seven stints ago…

And So It Goes

Searching for signs among the torn soil, and debris
A funnel of light-Peering through the clouds-
Finds a Sparrow atop a large Cattail
Sharply singing out the all clear

The Earth takes a deep breath
Bubbling the large pools covering
Its skin

As

A cluster of Lilies stand tall, and stretch out
Their necks

Soon, the valley will fill with song in tribute-
To both the living and dead
Who are
Bound
One and all
by the precarious
Arrangement
The Universe has with Itself

~ by fairlane on May 9, 2008.