Trash

November 10, 2012


I wrote a series of poems based on the summations of cheap pulp fiction novels in a book called “Show me the good parts” by Robert George Reisner. They made the short list on the CBC Literary Awards a few years ago. I’ve never been able to successfully reproduce the pages as they appeared originally. There were words all over the page. I had to reorganized the lines using n dots.

The book these poems come from is called TRASH.

……………………………………………………………

Handsome Hank

switchboard operator irene………………………………………………widow rich bernice

supporting 5 felines………………………………………………………..heir to crystal clear water

……………………………………………………fortune calls
……………………………………………..hello……………. room service
send me something for my wrinkles

my wrinkles are lonely

send me something for my purse

send me handsome hank

irene’s fiancé………………………………..handsome hank

…………………………………………………..shuffles his hair

mumbling to the tunes…………………..walkman

…………………………………………………..in his head

i’ve got to have my space………………double dipper………i’ve got to have commitment

…………………………………………………..pirouette

…………………………………………………..fool’s charm

…………………………………………………..gold ‘n smile

if you want me…………………………………………………………………i still owe 300 bucks
how can you go to her?……………………………………………………on my studebaker

…………………………………………………..handsome hank

irene cries……………………………………. let’s…………………………bernice cries

love = pain…………………………………..meat on……………………danger = pleasure

…………………………………………………..the hotel roof

…………………………………………………..banging a

…………………………………………………..cross the sky

……………………………………………………………………..bernice climbs up the buttons of handsome hanks uniform dragging him to the edge of the roof

………………………………………………………deep kiss her tongue

weeping……………………………………………. plunging

irene……………………………………………………..like an

falling……………………………………………………..elevator

to………………………………………………………………down

her………………………………………………………………..his

knees……………………………………………………………….throat bernice leans backwards

drown…………………………………………………………………..over the roof’s edge

…………ing in her………………………………………….handsome hank

tears…how could he?……………………..smiles seductively… slips…oh shit!

Irene grabs her……………………………….lose their balance……….…lovers

…………………………suitcase………………down 14 floors…………plunge

runs thru the lobby………………………………………………….but something

……………………………into the street………………………….breaks

……………………………………….looks up………………..their fall.

…………………………………………………..and is buried.

…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..

House of Cards

at friday night poker

jack shuffling the deck dreaming about aces

thinning mortgage cigar smoke

tropical family scotch

hair

smiles finally! the cards have turned!

at their apt. his wife jill

waiting

by the door the knob

crying out her life a microphone
i’m sick of muscle fingers

i’m sick of stale beer breath

i’m sick of flaccid fagged out hours

i’m sick of ashtrays brimming with promises

i’m sick of bills pills sheets still

i want my life back!

i’ll find someone who cares!

at the canadian tire store

high school basketball star stretch

slam dunking

shelves

i need someone to hang my drapes jill asks

stretch offers to help i’d be happy to pay

they return to her apt.

looking around confused
you ain’t got no windows stretch cries

jill smiles

and i ain’t got no drapes

 

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