Moby Wan Cervantes, Batman

'pure stream of consciousness'

She spit bridges. A hard knight’s row across 

the lazuline plains of middle Amerika 

seemed a fair exchange. Now, perhaps, 

wasn’t the optimum time for bidding a no-trump 

small slam, but I had muscles and 

an urge to tuck inside for mussels, and 

she’d diagnosed enough appetites to know what 

made a menu special. 

The truth, as always, makes 

for odd explanations in the morning 

for the night’s predilection to squeeze limes 

into lemons, or some other concoction the gnu 

you might wring from the flaking roses 

of a backwater motel wall. It takes time to know 

how many quarters are needed to make a dime 

grow larger, feel like a nickel 

when it sandwiches you for spreading 

without a license. Six months 

bread and water, hard labor 

reconditioning the carburetor. 

It’s a good thing, a necessary shift 

of tenses, back in time 

to when climbing fences wasn’t 

the avoidance of a shotgun pointed at your 

butt skinned a*s skedaddling for high water

retention. The cane, I know,  

leaves a lasting impression, through the spring at least, 

and summer, all the way to 

mid autumn, my favorite time of the year

for tumbling -- the ashes always smell so alive then. 

Maybe it’s the scent of the gasoline being poured 

in anticipation of a new turkey being basted, 

or Grandma firing up the generator on Grandad’s pacemaker --

the crisp paws of a pause 

before the inevitable extinction of outdoor rutting.

So what, you ask, am I 

being so coy about? Nothing. 

Nothing at all. 

Just making a quiet observation about how much 

I enjoyed the strip 

tease of 

gliding through your little town 

late last night on my way to the Hoover Dam. 

Sorry about the skid marks I left 

peeling off Coolidge --

but hey, I left my jeans behind. 

Ken e Bujold

Author's Note

well my mind does wander by times

Reviews

[AYVID N]

spreading
without a license ~ I have a tendency to do that very well. I wish I didn't. But luckily till now, no jail time!
I enjoyed the poem with its myriad of outdoor scents and sounds of what seems like a better time.
The poet himself seems to have seen it, done it all and had a great time!

[Ken e Bujold]

glad you enjoyed D. The poet has had his moments, that is true.

[AYVID N]

Indeed Ken and reflected so truly in the poem. Thanks for sharing.

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

This is well-written and thought-provoking. It actually brought to mind, for me, the image of a man jumping out of a window, with his pants around his ankles, trying to get out as fast as he could because the woman's husband returned home unexpectedly. He would have been better to have just left his jeans behind. :-)

[Ken e Bujold]

yes there is that there Linda. also just free word association. let key of each line determine where the next one flowed without stopping to try to shape the theme, just making certain that it flowed with an easy to follow diction

[Linda Marie Van Tassell]

... and you did so splendidly. I like the free word association. It allows the reader to enjoy the leisurely drives down the back roads, never knowing what's just around the bend. Thank you.