Tuesday, May 1, 2012

Since 1971 or Before, I Have Hunted a Bench Where I Could Eat My Pimento Cheese in Peace

Motherfucking Obama. Yes or no, did you yes or no?*


C.D. Wright

Some nights I sleep with my dress on. My teeth
are small and even. I don't get headaches.
Since 1971 or before, I have hunted a bench
where I could eat my pimento cheese in peace.
If this were Tennessee and across that river, Arkansas,
I'd meet you in West Memphis tonight. We could
have a big time. Danger, shoulder soft.
Do not lie or lean on me. I'm still trying to find a job
for which a simple machine isn't better suited.
I've seen people die of money. Look at Admiral Benbow. I wish
like certain fishes, we came equipped with light organs.
Which reminds me of a little known fact:
if we were going the speed of light, this dome
would be shrinking while we were gaining weight.
Isn't the road crooked and steep.
In this humidity, I make repairs by night. I'm not one
among millions who saw Monroe's face
in the moon. I go blank looking at that face.
If I could afford it I'd live in hotels. I won awards
in spelling and the Australian crawl. Long long ago.
Grandmother married a man named Ivan. The men called him
Eve. Stranger, to tell the truth, in dog years I am up there.


  1. Rupert Murdoch 'not fit' to lead major international company, MPs conclude.

    1) I could have told them this many years ago.

    2) I can say the same about Donald Graham.

  2. According to IMDB, Mr. Nye did not work for you at KAOS. Ever.

    I suspect you remember him from The Beverly Hillbillies, of which I recall you being unduly fond.

  3. Well, that's a mothefucker. Shtarker! There's no zzzt zzzt zzzt at KAOS.

    Nye was on every other canned-laughter sit-com in the 60s, which doesn't mean I shouldn't use the google.

  4. it seems that a mere 20 minutes south, the FBI claims to have foiled a dastardly anarchist plot, though with the way things have been, there's a part of me that smells the scent of rat here, like all the other times.