Now Slow To Gung-Ho!

More old, young and dumb poems from a now old man. And there you have it.

When I was a little boy growing up decades, and at least— four culture shifts since…the way back then… ladies didn’t seem to cotton up to having their ears pierced. They favored those clip on ear-ring things. I was fascinated by how a women would remove said ear-ring thing when answering a telephone.

Each ladies technique was a bit different, but they all had their own style and grace. I believe this was my very first conscious erotic understanding. And it’s never left me.

Gung-Ho

my creative flow
is just below
a buckle of
good intentions

starts gung-ho
that creative flow
peters out
in soft circumventions

my ruminative woe
trumps stimulative go
and chuckles at
native pretensions

my creative flow
is thusly below
a belt holding up
my conventions

Tack Into The Wind

her long legs make me
mutter
how her long legs make me
shudder
as I watch her heel to
rudder
tack into the wind

Clue

high heels
on hardwood
floor me

some frames
border fetish
margin call

must lust
rust rigid
sentimentality
dangled shoe
a red herring
after all

Your Eyes

If I favor your leg
are you subject to fetish
when it’s your gait
I’m really queer for

if I amend that to say…
it’s how you carry yourself,
walk the talk.

do I lie, dissemble
or tattle-tale



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