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EXPOSE -A POEM, ANA CHRISTY

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exposé

I was a rebel
a liar
a thief
an activist
a pacifist
drinker
druggie
an acid head
coke head
pot head
never a crack head

a foodie
a lover a sinner

I was notoriously
famous –
a vagabond
traveller
hitch hiker
road the trains
buses
ships
and cars

I have been jeered at
applauded
published recorded
and heard

I was brash and funny
devoted and loving
loyal lustful and looney
a honey

I have amnesia-
retrograde and
anterograde- I forget
the rest

I have a.d.d.
prosopagnosia
herpetophobia
agoraphobia
latophobic

I have
athazagoraphobia
anthropophobia
ataxophobia
alto phobia

I have a fear of the
color beige-for which
there is no term
anyway beige is not
a color

I have
acousicophobia
and a learning
disability
tinnitus and for
the life of me I
cannot spel

I have a touch of
atelophobia and
anthropophobia
so please whatever
you do -don’t ignore me!

Ana Christy

 

THAT WEEK IN INDIANA-POEM ANA CHRISTY

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that week in Indiana

a 16 hour drive
Indiana bound
the road before
me wound here
and there as I
drove the day
the night filled
with anticipation
and lust for the
farmer and his
chickens cows
and an old brown
dog I was as free
as the wind
following the map
to the small town
that led me to him
that early dawn
and he was there
by the side of his
ramshackled
house in his army
fatigues and his
long brown hair
with a red bandana
oh god was he as
true to his photo
even better
and I did what
farmers daughters
do with handsome
men
in the hay loft
where mice ran
scattering
and the chickens
clucking and the
cows mooing and
the dog was barking
as we lay moaning
under an orange
moon-it was 18
years ago and I
dream of him still
we loved and lost
but the memories
stay and linger
still
there is a lot to
be said for Indiana
country boys with
red bandanas.

ana christy

A POEM-Ana christy

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SIMPLE SOLUTIONS ON A SATURDAY NIGHT
BACK THEN

I am digging David Bowie
at this moment
2 candles seen-
1 in reality-
everything that is double
is in reality single
he has rolled a joint
to make me feel
better

my fingers and toes are
cold
the air conditioner is on
a blaze of fineness

as the munches set in
I begin to feel somewhat
improved

this situation calls for
some Mac and cheese
or thick blue cheese
piled on a cracker-any
thing cheesy will do

rod Stuart wears it well

I need to put on socks
and get a snack right now
anything will do

Benny and the jet stream
relaxed like a rubber band
man

nothing can irritate me now

and should I die before I wake
please make sure my pulse to take.

FROM 2 CHAIRS AND A RUSTY MOTEL
ana christy