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Gary Blankenship

Song of Myself #3 - Children

Song of Myself #4 - Pilot



Song of Myself #3 - Children


3.  The married and unmarried children ride home to their thanksgiving dinner,


on freeways and city streets

the unexpected and expecting


with thoughts of Mama’s cornmeal dressing

Delilah’s green beans topped with crispy onions

sticky buns and pecan pie

Wilbur’s special blend


after - satiated

asleep through the rattle of dishes

Sam pays me cause he didn’t make the spread

a fight between Robert and his friend


until the next holiday

the children married and unmarried return home

on thruways and country roads


some stay the night on Mama’s couch

some hit the bars

I sleep off Wilbur’s special blend




Song of Myself #4 - Pilot


4.  The pilot seizes the king-pin, he heaves down with a strong arm,


I grab another

and  another

truncheons juggled

as my tug pushes a barge up the river

past deadheads

sunken boats

rotten wharves


and an old black man

asleep on the river bank

as the world’s largest catfish

nibbles his hook clean


I juggle

a wife in Orleans

mistress in KC

nibbles another at Natchez


dodging cannonballs

from a lost rebel regiment






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