They were a thing for a while,
the ice cream man and aunt Fanny.
My aunt who came for supper one Sunday,
when I was a kid and stood twenty-seven years
...
My old man was never around,
for one reason or another,
and neither was my mother
when you get right down to it,
...
The new pups pee all over the house.
I would've bet anything, by now they'd be sold,
and I'd be well on my way to stage two
of this venture.
...
They never kissed
my sister brother or me,
nor did I ever see them
kiss one another.
...
I am what I am.
Not the best, and certainly
not the worse.
Stuck in the middle, or hiding there,
...
Now as bald as God could make you,
for no other reason than
the genetics of male pattern baldness
I remember with fondness,
...
I am my father hairy ears and all,
listening to music heard only on
one radio station, rarely seen
out of blue work clothes,
...
Never went the extra mile
for that pat on the back,
better grade in school,
something extra in my paycheck.
...
Let me pat myself on the back
before it's too late,
for doing a good job.
...
I cry over everything now
at a drop of a hat;
other's misfortunes,
movie endings, breast cancer,
...
She was meant to live alone
not have a husband and three kids.
She was meant to get out of bed
...
Nature doesn't give a damn,
she will sign off on a mom dog
ripping open her puppy's belly
sucked up its insides like it was chili topping
...
It''ll all be over as fast as it started
in one big bang,
man-made or natural
does it really matter?
...
In my mind's eye, I'm seeing it as being
‘hectic to say the least, so.
With any luck I should be able to slide through
in all that chaos going on.
...
And when you get right down to it.
Aren't we all the same?
Do we not all feel pain love hate
hunger.
...
Crossed my kitchen wall as brazen as if
I wasn't there.
Me with ten thousand of their murders
under my belt.
...
She is willing to stand outside
on an open front porch
or in the backyard anytime
day or night,
...
Once I was waiting for Jesus
along with the others, talked that.
‘He's gonna save you trash'
that nobody really wants to hear.
...
a thank you to those that read my poems Michael (Fanniesson))
Aunt Fanny & The Good Humor Man.
They were a thing for a while,
the ice cream man and aunt Fanny.
My aunt who came for supper one Sunday,
when I was a kid and stood twenty-seven years
until her death.
They were a thing for a while,
her hanging round him on the corner
of Forty Fifth Street & Thirteenth Avenue,
where he'd set up year after year during
the summer months from around noon til
eight, hawking his Good Humor ice cream,
from one of those pushcarts
Good Humor would rent you.
They were a thing for a while,
two, maybe three summers, so I stopped
walking there after supper for ice cream
when I took my dog out for a walk.
Aunt Fanny head over heels giddy in love,
like a teenage girl, was way too much for this
kid to handle, especial after seeing her every
morning, minus her dentures, hair in curlers
in that beat-up old housecoat of hers.