davidallen's blog

It takes all kinds
crammed into economy class
on this massive 747
hurtling over the Pacific.
Sleep escapes us,
the evening meal and snacks
are devoured,
the feature films
have played out.
Assigned the window seat,
I have already made my two
seatmates stand
for my trips to the head.
And now,
bored,
sleepless,
I turn on the light
to read some Bukowski:

“lovely women walk by
with big hot hips
and warm buttocks and
tight hot everything
praying to be loved
and I don’t even exist.”

The pretty Filipina
sitting next to me,

LENT

Their lunch consumed,
the waitress served them cake.

The woman left hers untouched.

“You’re not eating
your cake?” he asked.

“I gave sweets up
for Lent,” she said.

He thought for a moment.

“I gave up religion for lent,”
he replied.

Hiya,

I've been lurking around here for some time now, checking in occasionally from Okinawa, Japan. It was all in preparation for the day I retired from my job as News Bureau Chief for Stars and Stripes and moved to Central Indiana to be close to my kids and grandkids. Well, that time has come and I am now living in Chesterfield and looking for some poetry outlets. I am a published poet and was part of an active group of poets called "The Eatwrite Cafe and Traveling Poets Society," which met for open mic nights at various bars outside Kadena Air Base on Okinawa.

Went to the dentist
the other day
and as he prepared
me for a root canal
I checked out his new goatee.

"Growing that so your patients
won't recognize you
when you go out in public?"
I asked. Not even a smile.

A pain-filled hour later
it dawned on me
that I never did have
a good sense
of comedic timing.