good ol' boys and
Sky King to the rescue...
those were razzamatazz and sex
alpha-male conquests joined and
disjointed, bold and bellowing
milestones of hunted fowl and
fair maidens; every boast flying
higher than the others, than you,
than anyone else; beer-soaked
nights in dancing cat houses
south of the border, slang-sung ditties
like "calle matar, polla calle matar,
polla!" she, her, the one at home,
waiting in the chill of bedroom lights
is just another booze-fueled reference
to "my ol'lady ain't goin' no whure."
Flying Down, 2006, by David Salle
Shared by Tess Kincaid
NOTE: The Spanish line is from a popular novelty song that was played in the dance halls of Honduras when I was living there in 1975. Its meaning shouldn't be translated in polite company. I'll just leave it to the readers' imagination, but it did have a reference to, um, "scoring", if you will, with a hot chick!
Poem ©2012 R. Burnett Baker