Showing posts with label A. D. Winans - poet. Show all posts
Showing posts with label A. D. Winans - poet. Show all posts

Sunday, August 26, 2012

COWBOY DREAMS

artwork: ralph murre


COWBOY DREAMS
by A.D. Winans

I wake from a troubled night's sleep
My eyes burning
My ears on fire
My mouth glued to my gums
I look in the mirror
At two tiny dwarfs
Sitting on my head chewing
On bananas spitting out cornflakes
While uttering profanities
In an alien dialect that befuddles
The President and his cabinet
Primping for the election year
Promising to cure the ills of the world

My brain was in turmoil as the rain outside
Beat down insistently on my eyelids which
Cowered down below the equator of my eyebrows
Like two ripe grapes
Posing for a simulated exercise in intercourse.

Outside on the balcony
 F, Scott Fitzgerald rubbed suggestively
Against Zelda
Who was busy having an affair
With a cigar store Indian
Who puffed smoke in the face of Ezra Pound
Who recited poetry to T.S. Eliot
Who stared in amusement
At the blurred image
Of 13 jazz musicians standing stoop-shouldered
Against a cardboard cutout
Of religious zealots masturbating
At the sight of the original Manager
Which shatters with mushroom force
From the barrels of toy guns
Handed out in the streets of Riot Town
 USA.

I take it for as long as my mind allows
Shake it from my head
With an invisible broom
Made from leftover spider webs
Woven out of abandoned dreams
From the smoke filled pipe
Of an opium lover
Who died sprinting across
The lawn of W.C. Fields
Rolled over with laughter
At the sight of Charlie Chaplin
Clutching a burlap sack
Made from lavender underwear
Sold over the counter
By sexless fashion models
Clad in black leather
Boots and matching caps
Stolen from the wardrobe
Of Char and Madonna
Who take pleasure
In the back seat of a sports car
With a revved-up supercharger
Projecting obscene image
Heaven bound where
Societal cowboys ride bareback
On gelded black stallions
Profess their tiredness
Of Bob Dylan dreams
While smothering the futility
Between the crossed legs
Of a smiling Buddha

~ previously published in Carmel Clowns (Atom Mind Press)

Tuesday, April 17, 2012

PIGEON FEATHERS

photo: ralph murre

PIGEON FEATHERS
by A. D. Winans

Holy men on every street corner
Selling fake myths
Nuns in white with virgin toes
And mushroom dreams inside their loins
I am being followed by
Dick Tracy look-a-likes
With flat feet and bug eyes
The wolf’s eerie howl haunts my dreams
Evangelists pickpocket my empty wallet
My one good eye
Photographs the crime scene
The police lineup consists
Of six pygmies and a ham sandwich

Ladybugs ride on
The wings of butterflies
On A one way trip to Never Land
God wanders the universe
Carrying Jesus piggyback
On his way to a Lady Ga Ga concert

The Madonna confiscates my dreams
Holds me for a ransom I can’t pay
The insatiable night eats my thoughts
I’ve become a one-legged tightrope walker
Without a safety net
My poems turn into pigeon feathers
Fly off on the wind

~ first published by BOS Press