— thanks to Joan Jobe Smith’s Moonglow Á Go-Go
Past tomorrow’s polling station and chili dog stand, this piss-poor perky protagonist, once a Sistine good girl Dorothy from next door made shitty living laboring over manual typewriters, flees her mean ex-old man who owes allegiance to Long Beach Hells Angels.
After dude broke both of my eardrums with chain-linked fists, passing stevedoreson the wharf, I wink at a Kansas sailor holding white linen crotch with humungous right hand while his other jabs an abscessed left thigh with a syringe size of Michelangelo’s javelin.
Thereafter slinking into some random transgressive but transformative titty bar named David’s, beneath banks of brilliant blacklight beacons, I try to metamorph into one belly-button sequined raw sixteen-year-old sexpot wearing soon to be beer-rotted ruby red shoes.
(Image is of “Puck”–a Hank fan in Bremerton, WA)
Saragun Springs 
Gerard
This has the beat of the street and dirty fingernails to it. True to mood and time.
Leila
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PUCK looks like he’s about to fight Mickey Rourke in a bar brawl that will probably spill over into the alleyway…”DRINKS FOR ALL MY FRIENDS!”…
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Hi Dale
Ol Puck hangs by the 9/11 memorial. I bring him sunflower seeds once a month, Park Squirrels are rough customers. Bold anyway; he will run onto your shoes.
Leila
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Great stuff – the power of the adjective!
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Mick
I agree with you.
It’s silly to make ironclad rules about not utilizing adverbs and adjectives in writing.
Instead, the advice should (absolutely) be: If you’re gonna do it, you fool, do it well!!!
Dale
PS
Sometimes a dozen roses are more striking than a single bud.
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Gerard
This poem is FUN to read! And the condensed way it says all the many things it says is a joy, like a beat incantation-story being chanted in an alleyway by someone with a bottle in a paper bag and an unlit cigarette.
And it creates a great character, with a Rabelaisian amorality about the whole which knows that some of the people who live this way, live this way because they like to. Period, end of story.
Since the gutter can be more free than the corporate 9 to 5 (which is now more like the corporate 7 to 7), some people head for the gutter. Perhaps we should all applaud, or at least not judge.
GREAT POEM, a truly great poem!
Dale
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PS
Like a fragment from James Joyce, the exuberance of this piece will win one over on a first read, but it may seem a bit incoherent at first.
But it is not incoherent in the least. Every single word means what it should mean, and what it’s supposed to mean, too.
There isn’t a single word that shouldn’t be here: they all contribute to the overall effect while also creating a coherent story and character with a worldview and vision of the world that are both unique and relatable, relatable, at least, to those with a sense of humor and an open mind.
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