Oh Oh Rios! Poem by Joe Rosochacki

Oh Oh Rios!

Rating: 2.7


“Don’t you want to get high? ”
A woman hollers,
“Don’t you want your hair braided? ”
“C’mon mahn let me show my shop? ”
Beggars and children begging for ten dollars,
(13 cents US)
Wal-Mart and Hi-Lo are the same, (they look the same)
McDonald’s and Mothers are one in the chain, (they look the same)
Is this by arrangement?
Or is this by copyright infringement?
Traffic, both autos and bipedal systems, are busy,
Diesel exhaust abounds,
-uneven narrow pathways,
Not by anyway handicapped approved,
Judy says the fumes are making her stomach feel queasy.
The sidewalk, per se,
Makes my legs uneasy,
To navigate the steps on curbs,
-the twenty five degree perpendicular grade,
To the walkway,
To have my ankle pronate outward,
But at last we have arrived to Juici Patties.
The patties are much has the standard to us in the US,
also known as Americans,
Thanks to Caitlin Uptown,
-as hot dogs and hamburgers,
I am “horticulturally” enabled to pick out some plants,
By my resident horticulturalist, my wife, Judy,
We together went Scuba Diving,
A first for me since I became ill,
-after 700 dives before February third 2006,
The one that will last a lifetime was this one,
albeit short and minimal depth,
I dove with great confidence and did with my buddy for life,
Judy,
My partner, my buddy, my lover, my wife.

(1-8-2008)

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Joe Rosochacki

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Hamtramck, Michigan
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