Poetry

The Ugly Table (#18)

A BUNCH OF FUCKING DEMOCRATS!

Over a few (several) glasses of Chardonnay and in between Botox treatments she blabbers about Obama’s socialism.

As the bartender Jake expresses his feelings on the public option.

(in between his cackles, his limp and adjustments of his Kramer hair)

He wonders if the working man will ever get his day.

As she wonders if she will still get over compensated from the healthcare industry next year.

She declares, “You are a bunch of fucking Democrats!”

Oh, you poor little rich bitch, how dare you are not allowed to make a profit on the sick and dying.

S. L. Ehrisman (c) 12/26/10

Merry Christmas with the Blues Bashers and Chuck Luden

CHRISTMAS  ESCAPE

I’m in orbit

You know what I mean

Like gone man

The music sends me there

Where is she?

I’m walking alone

Perpetual what?

There yeah now

Wow!

The 4th note

Drone

Charles Luden, 10-18-08 at Latitude 44 • inspired by The Blues Bashers

Note: One night after a poetry reading at the Horse Barn some of us went to Grille 26.  I opened my notebook and read this poem to the group.  Another poet at the table (M.J.) said, “What does that have to do with X-mas?” I guess my Christmases are unique. – C.L.

The Ugly Table (#17)

THE CHRISTMAS SPIRIT

Thank You. Thank You. Thank You.

Thank You to all the strangers and regulars that put a little extra in the book when they pay their bill this time of year.

Not just for my sorry ass, but for all the single moms, disenfranchised youth, stoners, boozers, full-time students, and otherwise group of misfits who have to wait on you throughout the year. It’s a love / hate relationship.

For those of you that don’t spread the cheer – Merry Christmas to you to. May you find a new place to dine in coming year.

S. L. Ehrisman (c) 12/24/10