it was on the 2nd floor on Coronado Street
I used to get drunk
and throw the radio through the window
while it was playing, and, of course,
it would break the glass in the window
and the radio would sit there on the roof
still playing
and I'd tell my woman,
"Ah, what a marvelous radio!"
the next morning I'd take the window
off the hinges
and carry it down the street
to the glass man
who would put in another pane.
I kept throwing that radio through the window
each time I got drunk
and it would sit there on the roof
still playing-
a magic radio
a radio with guts,
and each morning I'd take the window
back to the glass man.
I don't remember how it ended exactly
though I do remember
we finally moved out.
there was a woman downstairs who worked in
the garden in her bathing suit,
she really dug with that trowel
and she put her behind up in the air
and I used to sit in the window
and watch the sun shine all over that thing
while the music played.
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Reminds me of..
another of his poems. Women coming home in cars
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I haven't come across that poem (Women coming home in cars". Could you direct me to a copy?
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Jim
I mis-spoke. I went back and looked for the poem I mentioned. It should have been, Girls coming home in their cars.
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sounds like a sturdy radio. shit these days would be destroyed. and how he stared at that woman's ass. Ace. He knew what honesty and telling a story was all about.
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One of my favorite poems. I remember reading about him and this poem and now I read it and I'm blown away. Wow!
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Damnit, this guy was talented. So visual, and again in your face . Maybe I should start up on the sauce, and see what I can cook up.
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Another brilliant one, absolutely amazing. God, I love this man already! Off for another..
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Wonderful, I don't think I'd ever be able to match this up, it has creativity and a bizzareness to it that can't be topped, it has humor and beauty and all the other things real life touches.
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Wow, this guy was amazing. I doubt I could ever write like him, drunk or sober. As a drunk, I'd have more grammatical errors too. Amazing stuff though.
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Indeed. My favorite poet, by far. It's the subtle and not so subtle mixed in together that does it for me. His knack to make the mundane (a woman working in the garden) into something spectacular. I agree with slobhero- The more a person drinks- the more they lose inhibitions and write whatever the hell they please. The problem with this, I've found, is that the next morning, the written page is often illegible.
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You can. Just drink more alcohol.
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Jesus, this man is brilliant...I mean, this was exquisite in the sense that only the mundane things can be if seen in a different light...and in this, this man excels...and that ending...SUBLIME! lol Damn, I wish I could write like that...
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