Wednesday, February 5, 2014

Donal Mahoney- A Poem

Hams of August Smother

The folks are angry, really.
They can’t explain the diaper,
yet they would explain poor Jack.
It’s a plot, you see, to show
poor Jack’s been had.
 
Folks can’t see why
no matter what Jack does,
even if he scrubs
in water warm enough
to soften turnips,
 
sheathes himself
in eaus, colognes,
dons, perhaps, a silk of talc,
folks can’t see why the night
still squats on Jack,
 
jiggling its hams
of August smother.
Or why the cleric in the courtyard
chants, ”Elements of Jack
will always reek.”
 
It’s a plot, you see, to show
poor Jack’s been had. That’s why
the folks are angry, really;
they can’t explain the diaper,
yet they would explain poor Jack.
 

Donal Mahoney lives in St. Louis, Missouri.

1 comment:

  1. I love this!! Very good. It reminds me a little of the funny word-wrangling poems of one of my very best friends who passed years ago, the famous Seattle poet, Harvey Goldner. I enjoyed this one!!

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