JUNE BLAHS by Dennis Doph

but I survived. 8

Suffering through interminable June Blahs
Scraping the scurf off the unseeded Farm
Not enough time to praise; too much time to pause
Way over on the lee side of the Yardarm

Too many sticks in my tight little Nest
Think I'm a hot piece of Euroculture
I'm the unread book in which dead flowers are pressed
Thought I was a raven; I'm probably a vulture.

Watching patiently as my lemons refuse to ripen
Waiting for an opportunity to get my kicks
From my unshorn face mug, saliva I'm wipin'
Throwing another Moose into the Mix

Letting nubile teenage boys recline upon the walk
Hoping they're not giving blowjobs while wearing braces
All this safe-neighborhood stuff is only talk
Biding my time to kick over the Traces

Watching the cute Jewboy down on Calle Fresno
Deploy his fur and muscles all over the place
His looks say, 'YES! YES!' his mouth says NO
My furry backside wants to sit on his face

He downloads catchy tunes from Deathcab for Cutie
His knees speak of blowjobs; they couldn't be scabbier
He's just a furry case of Local Booty
He's never heard of Lawrence of Arabia

Wend our way down to the East Beach Grill
Knowing Management willl continue to frown on us
Just a case of need and cultural overkill
Letting middleaged Mexicans go down on us

Enduring the lack of variety here on the Central Coast
Lack of communicants with whom to entangle us
Have to run wild in the streets since I can't host
Give thanks every day of my life for that Milk Train to Los Angeles

So: let me regress the dark recesses of my mind
Know my Game before I predict the Score;
Lest, like the late Tennessee Williams, I should find
The Milk Train Doesn't Stop Here Anymore.