November

by Pat Darnell

I lost my wingtips in the snow
they came off in the deep sludge
next to concrete curbs i trudged
Seems it happened a very long, long time ago

not quite as long as an age
only as long as an epoch
just under a period possibly
about time of year when birds migrate

i didn't know much about snow
when i moved to live in Chicago
on a street once lined, you know,
with linden trees and honey bees

in November i hated most
icy rain that dribbled down my neck
because i never could remember
to wear my scarf nor my hat

strangely how most of the day
was lost in thawing cycles extreme
in and out of torrid hot and dry buildings
jammed up in filthy cubicles and things

In November, each Thanksgiving I'd think

... to ask the coming wraiths of winter

should I stay and die one more year
or should I leave this big stinker

that to the day, twenty years later
... and ten pairs of florsheims
ignoble frozen digits aching with bunions
time invested in salty slush and rinds
yes, i finally did leave behind,
... Chicago, the Big Onion ...

Impromtu Limericks from Life

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Did We Miss Something?
by Pat Darnell

There once was a nubian gal — England’s heptathlete
Rachel, a beauty operator when she doesn’t compete

she got bloody for England’s roans
when she sparred Sara Jones

It seems, Rachel Christie can’t abide when Miss Jones speaks.

Miss Jones, too, you see, is a snoggable feast,
from Manchester, her self, she’s a potable trist

but, she talked in a bar to a faraway crowd
with large lungs in her man chest, too loud

about Rach'el's boyfriend’s gladiator wrists

Rachel bound like steam from a radiator
With round-house on Sara J, Rachel KO’d her!

But, Miss England Rachel, had to withdraw
It's because beauty queens never should brawl

Yet twasn't a problem at all --
For home to boyfriend Rach' went, both so glad, he ate her.

Sunday 8:49 AM Poem Break

"Nay, I'll j'ist k'ip it this'a 'way"
by Pat Darnell

Many have asked me to join their human race?
"Nay, thanks, I'll j'ist k'ip it this'a 'way" ...
knowin' the winds; knowin' my place --
I already been knackered, already been played ...

Many asked what's that smile all over my face?
"What you talkin' 'bout, I ain't gay"
So they say: 'Then you're straight?'
-- I got no time for what ya'll say ..

Many askin' why I'm walkin' away ...
turnin' my back on their disgrace?
"I cain't answer that at'all, you has'n to wait"
... sure enough, answers will soon come your way

Many will ask what's it gonna take?
... gittin' on down the highway;
... makin' ya'll a clean break?
"Nay, I'll j'ist k'ip it this'a 'way"
"None o' that at'all ...
"I'll jist be kippin' it this a' way..."

PD