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Will be posting to WordPress from now on

Seems to be a better audience on WordPress.  I’ve redirected my blisterpop.com to blisterpop.wordpress.com.  Go on over and give me a follow and/or share what you are doing. To all the WordPressers so far, thanks!

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Back The Trousers

I got the Zulu-costume
Body-dead but mind-alive
Dr. P got to turn down the VCR
Turn off the machine
She moved 751 miles away
With my brother
His legs and knees
His jackalope 8-ball
Got all the hair outta my armpits
Lawn mower, give me back the trousers
Give me back the pea-green
All you care about is baseball, baseball, baseball

(c) 1991, 2014, Jim Lemanowicz
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Smashed The Muzak

I heard you smashed the Muzak
I heard you sold the barn
I heard you’re living with the landlord
Pretending you don’t know what happened

It’s peaceful here
I use lots of cream and sugar in the coffee
Sometimes a fish jumps in
My head
Sings Motown

(c) 1991, 2014, Jim Lemanowicz
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We Got The Lumber

She gave it to her husband last night

And he liked it so much
He wanted it again in the morning
He wanted it again with the polyester mask
He wanted it again with the porcupine
The Studebaker is old
But we got the lumber
What is your most compulsive habit?
How long would it take
To walk to Alaska
(c) 1991, 2014, Jim Lemanowicz.
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Birthday Wish

Here’s a birthday wish for you

Here’s a wish for the ugly
For the stretch marks
Just look like you’re 
Just asking to be raped
Which my strong faith shall purchase me
Then curse thine own inconsistency
We want the blueberry pie tattoo 
We want the foaming holes
All these years of weight lifting
Finally paid off
(c)1991, 2014, Jim Lemanowicz
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Come Cook Microwave

She said it was the biggest one she’d ever seen 

Come fill me, oh my wonder 
Come touch Plains Indians 
Come cook microwave 
Think of the old hag with the doll hair 
Think of the fig vinegar stench 
Think Resurrection 
Virginia Woolf 
Lyin’ on her back 
From the skull to the soles is one unit 
The skull to the chin 
One eighth


(c) 1991 & 2014,Jim Lemanowicz
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Raw Mockingbird

I dreamt last night of a bosom divine
I dreamt Louis Prima garlic supreme
Just then the great plank came pounding
Down my raw mockingbird

My pituitary’s in a tailspin
My partner is lying back on the table
Everyone’s holding their noses
Heading for cover
Tell them we like it fine here in Quebec
(c) 1991, 2014, Jim Lemanowicz
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Hope Springs Eternal

This medicine tastes lousy
Pipe down, pipe down!
Give me an intelligence test
Hope springs eternal
UPS sent me this smokestack

Now what?
Got the John Birch Society in my wallet
Got the tofu, got the toe-food
It’s so awful, what they do at the dog pound
But it’s OK, it’s a job
(C) 1991, 2014, Jim Lemanowicz
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