The Major

He lived

A pretty simple life,

Got rowdy

When he felt

Like it
Screwed whenever

He got the chance,

Loved the sun

On his chest,

Didn’t like

Men too close

Always got a

Hard on whenever

A woman touched him,

Kept his diet simple,

Had a taste for

Blackberries and green

Jelly beans,

Kept fit and in shape

Would rather play

Ball than watch a game,

Yes Major was quite

The dog,

Reminds me of

Some people I know.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Spring Into Summer” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

8:47 AM July 30, 2012

Art Show

Paint brushes standing

In used

 Tim Horton’s cups

Under tents

In the mist and rain,

Painters and lookers

Wondering

Might this be

The new Picasso,

Another Andy Warhol,

Much of it inspired

By the sellers of

Art supplies,

The kind of stuff

Surviving relatives

Are left wondering

What in the hell

To do with it.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Spring Into Summer” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

10:36 AM July 29, 2012

Still Smoking

So you’re still

Smoking Charlie …

Once I get out

Of this stress I’ll

Think about quitting.

It may be too late

By then …

I’ve lost several

Friends over the

Past while,

None of them

Were smokers.

Well Charlie,

You know what they say –

Second hand smoke may be

Deadlier than the original inhale –

Maybe you killed your friends.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Spring Into Summer” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

5:47 PM July 27, 2012

Stockings

He was talking

About his new job

At Wal-Mart stocking

Shelves on the night shift,

His words triggered different

Thoughts in different minds,

In one the dream in which she

Stalked him sometimes wearing

Only stockings,

Sometimes sitting on a big red apple

Picking at a bowl of hash browns,

In another the young couple on a

Blanket in the dark of night

Oblivious to two young

Cougars stalking.

Stephen Nesbitt ©

From “Spring Into Summer” www.StrangersAndPoetry.com

5:51 PM July 25, 2012