Thunder Sandwich
#17

Poetry
2 poems by A.D. Winans

dweeb by jeff filipski
dweeb by jeff filipski

EULOGY FOR BOB KAUFMAN

you wore your life like
a life preserver
remembering forever the
political chaos
Vietnam, King and the
Kennedy brothers
tongue on fire
mind carrying the music
of Charlie Parker and
Mingus too
You dodged the lawman's bullet
riding high the poetic barb
to the highest of heights
You walked the streets of North Beach
with Edison charged eyes
victim of shock treatments and the
white mans lies
sporing matted hair
and soiled jeans
that failed to disguise
your nightmare dreams
You fired away
with satellite precision
and the God's feared your
magic words
Your eyes boring through the
living dead
drugged by speed and meth
reciting Whitman and McBeth
walking unmasked for all to see
while death the ultimate clown
followed you about town
oblivious to the gothic nightmares
you wore like an anchor around
your neck
You moved through the streets
of North Beach the original
Bebop man
Poet in residence caretaker
of the clan
the haunting breath of death
snapping at your heels
like a bloodhound closing
in for the kill
and when the magic of North Beach
disappeared
you did too
moving to the black Bayview
away from the zoo
a living Bangladesh come true
Your words to the end
hard as a pair of boots
echoing across the universe
like King Tut's curse
and when death came to claim you
the angry ghosts of the Coexistence
Bagel Shop beat hard in the
paper hearts of every city cop
the shadow of your being
dancing from Chinatown alleys
to downtown high rises
Billie Holiday forever singing
in your heart




BROWN SKINNED WOMAN

brown skinned young woman
from the Mission
struts her stuff
down the street
ignoring the young boys
strolling macho like
dreaming the cha cha cha
teen gum chewing whites
out where they don't belong
looking, sounding like the
lyrics to a bad song
half-breed dog snaps
at my heels
doesn't know
I was born here
ghostly jazz sounds
from the past
no Irish faces left
gone the way of the
Indian, South of Market street
Easter Sunday blues
here in the
Mission
Christ would have
liked it here

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