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That day in 1965 as Julie Christie
Seduced the pool cleaning man
I sequestered myself behind
A cactus plant for the duration.
It was quickly done. Palm Springs!
This was before the traffic got
So horrible and lawn sprinklers
Rendered the naturally dry
Desert air oppressively humid.
Later Julie and I shared laughs
Over cocktails rehashing her
Recent film “Doctor Chicago”
As we hilariously re-Christied it.
But wait. Do I wake or sleep?
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Radio
I left it
on when I
left the house
for the pleasure
of coming back
ten hours later
to the greatness
of Teddy Wilson
"After You've Gone"
on the piano
in the corner
of the bedroom
as I enter
in the dark
from New and Selected Poems by David Lehman
Je ne suis pas sur, mais la difference vive. I was there and the very woods were alive with Lara's theme. O Wabash Avenue! It was five years later that she went under the table to suck Warren Beatty's cock on election night.
"Fats Waller wears Happy Hats," the drunken man was saying.
But comes the next day and his head aches and a lousy someness stains his tents.
Posted by: DL | August 12, 2014 at 12:28 AM
"You're hitting them with the bases loaded." -- E. Hemingway
Posted by: Mitch S. | August 12, 2014 at 09:17 AM
This poem is very good, and funny. Thanks.
Posted by: Terence Winch | August 12, 2014 at 09:32 AM
David Shapiro comments on the poem as follows (Facebook edition): <<<
Ron Padgett told me years ago that he was jealous that I had golf poems in the major magazine. Found golf ball, lost golf balls--it began with a love like miniature golf at night---one of the pleasures of childhood and Zen. Once at PSI artists were invited to create their own miniature golf course.
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Not sure about the Zen part, but I did love the miniature golf courses of my youth, even better than amusement parks ("Palisades Park" across the Hudson River and later "Freedomland" in The Bronx as I recall).
O summers of 1965 and '66. -- DL
Posted by: DL | August 14, 2014 at 06:24 PM