Herbie Mann Comin' Home

Friday, September 24, 2010

Nixon's Karma

Hired to shake his hand

His eyes showed fear in touching me

He lost, rose from the grave

To win two more, by staggering amounts,

Then died in shame.  I spoil.  Don't near me. 



  1. Oh, I really like this piece. Spare, with just a touch of the enigmatic. Have your shrink call mine.

  2. Willow,

    The poetry tends to be spare, 'down to the bone' if I can manage -- so much so that not a few readers get perplexed, want more clues.

    Barbeque, on the other hand, is too messy to handle, and I may just take a tentative bite o' rib and leave the rest for the host's dogs.

    (I'll send Dr. X's number via code -- he's just too popular for simple hoi polloi.)