Retired Russian musician
Silvery hair combed straight back
Complains about the spread of the city
His taxi a Buick, the best American-made car,,
A meelion, two hundred t’ousand peoples,
Expounding on congestion and traffic circles
Raving about sushi
The best sushi in the world is in Seattle and Las Vegas,
he knows ‘dis
At eighty kilometres an hour we pass an airport exit
I wish with all my hungry heart he’d let me off at the airport
To board a plane to sleep twelve hours to awake and find you there
Waiting for me with a hotel key in your pocket
My name on your lips
He missed the zoo ramp while he shows pictures of his granddaughter
Snickering kids in the back seat drag me back to reality
Then the zoo is in front of us
Parking lots named for animals
The kids and I alite
For a day of fractured-family fun
Nikolas knocks five bucks off the fare for missing the ramp
PAST THE BARN
She just stood there
ignoring everything but the horizon
forgetting the sound of her own voice
losing track of time
and the pain behind her eyes
she stood still for so long
that a garter snake
mistook her for a rock
and lay in the cool shadow she threw
she just stood
halfway down the gravel road
a rock in her shoe
the dog left her to hunt mice
the sun pulled on its robe
she just stood there
letting the wind dry her lips
had she really signed up for life?
she walked back to the house
ready to pretend some more
she’ll walk again tomorrow
ABOUT PATRICIA FALL
I'M NOT THE LOVER I USED TO BE
(Country Western – Fast Two Step)
I'm not the lover I used to be
Aging has made me mockery
I'll never earn any lover's points
The only stiffness is in my joints
I used to be active all night long
Pleasing my lovers with deeds and song
Loving the sound of their moans and pleads
Gaining pleasure from filling love's needs
Casanovas used to admire my strokes
Now, I'm the subject of cruel jokes
Sex I recall when I look to see
The meaning in my dictionary
Wonder drugs never worked on me
I only get action when I pee
My magical sword gets no credit
Foreplay ends when she calls the medics
Sexy urgings whispered in my ear
Failing at my goal is my greatest fear
My lover's laughter turns to weeping
Before hitting my stride, I am sleeping
I'm condemned to a rocking chair
Reclaiming my youth is but a prayer
To be the lover I used to be
Is buried deep in my memory
I'm sorry, my darling wife
For causing you any strife.
Forgive me, I was very wrong.
To complain; your soaps were on.
Yes, I'll take out the trash
And do the dishes in a flash.
I'll listen to your every word
No, you're not being absurd.
Yes, I'll take the dog for a walk
And listen when you want to talk.
I'll forego sports and weekly poker game.
For our problems, I take the blame.
OKAY BUSTER! WHAT THE HELL
DID YOU DO WITH MY HUSBAND?
I am the master of my universe.
I created it for better or worse.
Closed for repairs.
ABOUT CHARLES LUCAS