The Too Close to the Off Season Blues
Football Sunday, Orange Crush sucks!
No more, Reggae Music on the Deck Days Mon!
Roger the Mexican restaurant owner, spins drink trays and I,
I juggle my red and white Klutz bean bags with white stars
that I use for the Beaver Creek Children’s Theatre
where I play a clown for Children’s Birthday Parties
between bean burritos and jalapeno less nachos.
Jimmy Cliff croons over the outdoor speakers
as I gaze up Vail Mountain
that there is, “ a pie up in the sky.”
The cheap couple with the screaming kid,
at the end table, at the end of the deck
150 steps from the kitchen,
wants a pot of tea with lemon, wants a side of sour cream
and the rug rat’s grilled cheese sandwich.
I stare absently out at the blue Born Free Express
and the carrousel of blue chairs
into the cloudless deep blue sky
powered by its blue General Electric Motor.
I think of an article I read in the Schenectady, New York Gazette
The Home of G.E. when I was attending writing workshops
at Union College and The State University of New York at Albany
that said, “it was awarded a patent for a true life form.”
I wonder
“What the hell is a true life form anyway?”
President George Herbert Walker Bush
is on the radio on the deck vowing
“Sadam Hussein will fail!
He will not prevail against the
new partnership of nations allied against him
named Desert Shield,” costing
2 billion dollars a month.
While Saddam Hussein says,
“Free oil to the Third World.”
To combat the threat of American Imperialism
and Iran is the first to accept
having had their refineries
destroyed by Iraq.
The Aspen’s along Vail Mountain all the way to Gold Peak
are quaking and have already turned bright gold,
the oak is brilliant red, splashed brown.
I walk into the restaurant to get my order
right into a screaming short
mustached Denverite, yelling at Elway
for missing a pass at the 10 yard line.
I’m already 7 days late with my rent
and I’m dreaming of powder filled back bowls,
thanking God, I’m thirty-five and I don’t
look good in a gas mask or with
blue dead lips.
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