Ted Sheridan

Pigeons Aren'T The Only Obstructionist - Poem by Ted Sheridan

The whiskers on my face
are spreading vicious
rumors after five
'bout the obvious ejection
and possible retirement
of my razor to the back
of a dirty and crud filled tub
-the kitchen table is
feeling a bit melancholy
with empty whiskey bottles
lined up in the apparent
chronological order
of their alcoholic demise
while according to the proof
listed on their
peeled off labels
they seem to be discussing
the lack of any formal
seating arrangements
for this evening's
unrehearsed entertainment
beat street poetry reading
live at nine-
-the street whores are gathering
out on my brick and concrete stoop
they're dressed in red and purple
skimpy neoprene injected tubes
and it's got the pigeons
all cooing over who'll
get to go first
as some sanitation workers
in white jumpsuits
with pockets full of
clean money to spend
search for sloppy seconds at best
in a big green dumpster's
discarded contents-
-when one of them suddenly shouts
'Hey, somebody give me a hand'
He's spotted a cheap wrist watch
with a body still attached-
I turn a deaf ear still connected to a dead head
-as some hooker leaned in my doorway
and just asked me to have a dance
but the needle tracks in her arm
look like the pecker tracks on my pants
And baby I'm here to tell you
That 'smack and crack' will leave
the one who brought you to the dance
I smile and she falls out into the hall
Where a wino picks her pocket book
And promises to call....

The Following Public Service Message...required by law....
-No animals were harmed
in the writing this poem
cause most things in life
have no real meaning anymore-
the sanitation department
is cleaning up the mess
but it will not be better
till the pigeons leave us alone-
oh well, what the hell
I'm going to fix me another drink
then stand on a three legged chair
with a necktie made of nylon
and a dirty razor just in case-
Death is the only thing which remains
true to its promise
And the formerly deceased Poet in room 128
With the needle in his leg
Knows all too well what I'm talkin' about......


Comments about Pigeons Aren'T The Only Obstructionist by Ted Sheridan

  • (8/21/2007 5:15:00 AM)

    Ted, 'tis to me like an unforced piece of Eliot.... the highest compliment, I hasten to add. t x (Report) Reply

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  • (8/10/2007 10:35:00 AM)

    Nice write.. every single line kept my interest. 'formerly deceased' is classic. Zen (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, August 10, 2007

Poem Edited: Sunday, March 27, 2011

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