Ted Sheridan Poems

I own a gun
a legal one
properly registered
with a permit to carry
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there are little men
with little man parts
the sum of which
can be held in a lady’s hand
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in my lifetime
there have been
many things
I aspired to be
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little freak who dares to speak
with such a demon's forked tongue
the nature of your unintelligible remarks
are not the least bit foreign to me as I am one
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I remember when I was a boy in school
I was expelled because I drew a mustache
on a picture of Hitler.
I never understand the Principals defense of him…
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The wind just blew a paper cup passed my feet
as I walked cold and alone to the corner
My eyes tearing from the wind caught a glimpse
of the lipstick on the end of the straw that protruded
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I have no access to her heart
except this that is granted to me
through her eyes and her ears;
open to my words and my voice.
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I would love to be a prawn
drenched in garlic butter
and devoured by her hunger
There could be no better way to go….
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Where did she go?
That crazy bitch with the mad bee in her bonnet…
Why just the other day she was in here buzzing about something
Someone, somehow,
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There was a queer smell in the house and it wasn’t the dog
Having provided her with the customary bi weekly bath
She smelled only a tad like a hound
A suspicious electric air dispersion heater
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