An Abnominal (should be abominable)
Short - Inscrutable Man’s Not Last!
(For Robert Stanislaus Schlottmann - otherwise known as Bob or hubbypoo)
Hello, Southern Cro-man, beans-n-rice man.
The marsh calls. Hear the little nite heron.
The last rabbit u shoot, screams. No more.
Trout lines and marsh hens.
Nite transitions - salt to salacious. Burns.
Take me. Scorch me.
Stories - Merrill, u, bees on a limb, a car.
Cousin Al-n-Catahoula hunt Nutria, beer.
Crab boil - mushrooms, corn, aunts, uncles, crabs (natch),
cousins, little ones. Beer. Beer. Beer.
Moon-scent roses - Sombreuil, Alchemist, Taboo. U. Me. Ache.
Sun-bitch thorns.
Am I, am I ur Rorschach blot? Untrammel me.
Am I ur neurosis? Let me be a testament.
Cat shrill nites-n-curtain trauma.
Bounce. Hiss. No shut I’ll O.U.
Oh, Saints-n-Shelties! Oh, Cat, oh, Ace, oh, Son!
Oh, bother-n-lather! Oh, mine, ours.
Louisiana man, tie the boat to a tree. Let’s lie here
on the canal. Let’s listen to the little blue heron.
Laurie,
ReplyDeleteThis is so brilliant words fail me! (As I am sure they must fail any abnominal poet :-0 )
How did you make this so meaningful, even fit Cousin Al whom we all know into it, a heron, the moon for god's sakes, and a Rohrscach test?
Warm, interesting love-and-portrait-sense of place poem.
Bob should be duly gobsmacked, but those letters aren't all in his name :-)
Sorella
Laurie, I've just found this and I'm glad I did. A great effort! So many surprising twists and turns; funny, tender and serious all in one.
ReplyDeleteThank you both. I am to assume, Mark, that yours is the second comment?
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