Friday, February 1, 2013

"Doo, Doo, Doo, Lookin' Out My Backdoor..."

Summertime screen door slams
rusty spring twangs its off key song
green headed fly bounces off the wire

beads of sweat run down pilfered ice box bottle
back porch guzzle quenches thirst,
cool beer drips and trickles between hot breasts

am radio hangs from a rusty nail,
Lefty Frizzell sings his tinny refrain from inside the kitchen
distant signal from coat hanger antennae

outhouse doors and hookworm
polio and fried chicken
shotgun shells and washboards
greasy fingers groping under threadbare cotton dress


  1. Mmmmmmmm . . . summertime, and the lovin is sleazy . . . she's a humpin, with her dress so high . . . [her dress so high] . . .

  2. No doubt a statue, wearing high heels!

  3. A young Jodie Foster lights up and pounds back a brew backstage on the set of Freaky Friday. "It's cool," she says to concerned passers by, "I'm the old lady character right now."

  4. "Dinosaur Victrola, listening to Buck Owens...."

    coolest lyrics ever.

  5. Replies
    1. White Trash Poetry. It's just like Beat Poetry, if the beatnicks were rednecks and heroin and pot were Jim Beam and meth.

  6. Known a few redneck hippies in my got me at 'Lefty Frizzell sings his tinny refrain...'