May 18, 2013

The Old Fags Club


This coffee always gives a chuckle
El Toucan
And thoughts of Sam
His multi hued rainbow
Sugar sweet cereal ads enticed us
Follow your nose…

May we sit here, beside you?
Of course, a brief glance from The Globe
His partner pulls two chairs over
There will be eleven
And then helps him into the seat beside me
A loving glance, a pat on the arm

Tell me of your music
And I tell him of Rodriguez
Of Searching for Sugar Man
And South Africa
Of beautiful loving daughters
And discordant realities

Wow, that is deep.
I miss Diana Ross
She was always best with The Supremes
Filled a gown like a woman should
And she shimmied like a leaf in wind
I miss Diana Ross

Partner returns, a knowing look
Love
A glance to me
His mind is not always with us
But he is and I love him still
All memories and him

Seven more join us
The Globe will have to wait
A flamboyance has entered
Bright coloured sweaters and checkered shorts and sailing shoes
Offset by grey hair
And beautiful tans and perfect bright white teeth

Rafe brings the coffees
A glance to me
These men are the only ones he ever serves at tableside
Once per week
They reward him with bright smiles
And thanks

Are you expecting another
All coffees are served save the empty chair
No
A quizzical glance is all it takes
That seat is for the Dead Old Fags
The friends who have cleared the way before us

Screw ‘em says bird man, the senior
We did when they were here
And a boisterous laughter becomes the epitaph
To the men who cleared the way before
I miss Diana Ross
Caring glances, likely he is next says bird man

What are you drinking?
Coffee, El Toucan
Ah same as all us, the coffee of fags
Follow your nose and welcome to our club
The Old Fags Club
Don’t think we haven’t seen you here before (wink)

Flattery will get you most places
From me it will secure my thanks
And appreciation
And I hope you don’t mind this token straight
A nod to the rest of us
And yes I love you guys

Drink up gentlemen
And the rest of you
We have a straight with us, and it is good
Now if we could dress him properly
And get him these wee things we call dogs
All would be right in the world

I love Diana Ross
So do I, a beautiful voice
“One Shining Moment”, that was her best
Tell me more of your music
The discordant life of Rodriguez
A moment of cognizance, surrounded by faces of delight 

May 17, 2013

Wrecked Minds


The bus lurched to a stop
The throaty engine died with a metallic click
A metronome death knell
In smoke and steam
And profanities
The driver thrusts open the door
Heaping unthinkable acts upon his employer
All of you stay on the bus
Don’t move
I need to find a phone
Use your cell
I don’t bloody well have one
Peals of laughter
And he’s off

The opening is dark and silent
The sounds have died to whispers
Conspiracy
Relieved by the laughter of children
In adult bodies
Escaping to freedom
A coach load of jesters
Controlled by invisible puppeteers
Surround and dance about
Hey man
I betya a dollar I can tell where you got yar shoes
Okay
Ya got yar shoes on the bottom of yar feet
Laughter
And a dollar
I gotta cool story bro
Tell me
For a dollar
Sold
I knows me a man
He’s real cool man
Cause he’s got dollars man
Youse a cool man, man
Got a dollar for a retarded man?

And they’re off
A dirty dozen
Over made, thick glasses
Bad teeth, push-up bras
Torn shirts, single shooed
Freed from their shackles
From an angry man
From a tired now deceased bus
Trouble in numbers
Safety in numbers
To blend as one
With the culture of the freed
Some more natural freaks
In natures order

That’s cool man
Was worth the deuce