pilfered topless shoeshine…

(Originally posted 4.14.10 @ The Fools Back Pocket

written by
Caribbean Fool
———————————————————
“facetious diction“

after a week, we had to invent killers from
whole cloth & just as quickly shoot ‘em down.
propositions falling into my back pocket;
i said “no” to a Louisiana lady
who wanted a cup of coffee
before driving into Pennsylvania
looking for a millionaire;
without any target to point towards,
there wasn’t any need to look out
for straight-line wisdom
colored like sunset reflecting
shimmers off the Potomac.

certain scent of perfume hanging;
moments asking
for a few paltry dollars
in exchange for a real easy ride.
the Marquessa wouldn’t approve;
but she ain’t got to know that.
golden torture is just how we play.
ask me to pretend to love you,
after that’s done,
will you pretend to care
that souvenirs and sappy songs
about broken hearts are funnier
as time goes by?

now i’m ready to eschew
Louisiana blonds & Pennsylvania
millionaires for this pot
of orange pepper. the pepper-pot
peripatetic will indeed keep me
moving. far be it for me
to insist on transitive principles;
that’s what we got left.
besides, mid-Atlantic boys ain’t s’posed
to be playing in the gulf;
plenty of room in the Atlantic.

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About Caribbean Fool

Greetings from the lunatic fringe, and don't worry. Save for the occasional spasmodic moment of thoughtful pretension, it's mostly chaos here (in the technical sense of the term, not the fucked-over-misbegotten-suburban-punk-dystopic-fantasy.) Complete with iced-tea over ice in a plastic mug with the word "disharmonious" written on the side in black permanent marker that somehow managed to smear, The Fool's Back Pocket is the online home for all of the Fool's various writings, ravings, poetry, rantings, and the like. Visitors are always appreciated, as are any and all comments, complaints, back-handed compliments, criticisms, etc. Foolish Consolidated Poetic Industries (the parent company that funds & oversees all editorial concerns here at TFPB) takes a pretty hard-line stand against censorship, and I'm not one to ruffle any feathers back at the home office. I'm not going bullshit you; there is occasional profanity and some abhorrent subject matter. Of course, that is to be expected amongst the warm-belly glow of prescient omnidirectional wanderings cataloged in various ways. To save you the trouble, a brief explanation. The name 'Fool' is not a name at all, rather an excuse for all kinds of kinetic exploration. It has been famously asked "What's in a name?" The answer, in my case, is that a name can be anything and everything. I'm the kind of guy who enjoys all that a permanent and irrevocable excuse has to offer by engaging all manner of strange & reactionary discretion's, behavior, etc. However far-reaching the consequences (not very far to be honest) it seems only fair to take a detached if somewhat relaxed attitude towards all things & see what happens. Usually it turns into a poem, sometimes other varieties of linguistic jujitsu. I also love fried calamari, Canadian singer-songwriters & conch fritters. Now I will take a few questions. Q & A Q. Why poetry? A. Same reason as anything else; I couldn't think of a good reason not to write poetry. Q. Who is Marshmellow Trowell? A. An imaginary character known for his love of aggrandized vice, violence, serving as an occasional whipping boy when I require an 'uninterested third party' to verify, recommend, or take the blame depending on what exactly hasn't gone according to plan. Not to be taken seriously, but useful in the same way straw-man arguments can compliment a grossly misanthropic relationship to reality. Q. You can't seriously expect anyone to believe that. Would you care to clarify your answer? A. No. Q. What do you do besides write? A. I also read. Q. Uh, thanks? Anything else? A. I spend a lot of time avoiding responsibility for things I am not always sure I did. My rationale; I don't own any property or have any money. This is the only part of the American Dream (tm) I've had the chance to participate in. Although, now that I think about it, I did vote a couple of times. Didn't seem to change much of anything, surprisingly enough. I've since given up politics & taken to studying various financial markets with an idea to corner the orange juice futures market by aligning myself with global warming (but only from an ideological standpoint; for once I'm gonna be on the winning team.) Feel free to address any other questions to thefoolsbackpocket@gmail.com. Thanks in advance for reading and take it easy, at least while you're here. Shit, if everyone took it easy, most of our problems as a species would probably still be the same but nobody would mind nearly as much. A kid can dream...
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One Response to pilfered topless shoeshine…

  1. dafearon says:

    after a week, we had to invent killers from
    whole cloth & just as quickly shoot ‘em down.

    Nice!

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