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Henry Porter

     I was born in the back seat of a greyhound bus traveling down highway 41. I ran away from home and was taken in by a traveling gypsy woman who tied me to the wagon wheel so that I would get around. Then I ran away and joined the circus. They put me in the sideshow but I didn't like it much so I snuck up to the frontshow. Later, I got a job in the great north woods but one day the ax just fell. so I motorvated down to new Orleans and became a Bob Dylan imitator. Nobody noticed so I drifted up the coast on the Intercoastal Waterway, landed in jail in New York City for starting a peaceful riot. Never did like it all that much. So I got a riding lawnmower and drove it across the country, met up with a little gal; called herself Camellia Gocart. We drove them till the wheels fell off and burned. So then she thumbed a Diesel down in the pouring rain. I pulled out my red bandanna and we sang that trucker all the way into New Orleans - but then, the streets of Rome. Did I tell you about the streets of Rome? Me and that little gal walked and painted that town like it was going out of busyness. But we split up on a dark sad night both agreeing it was best.
     That's about all. I hitch-hiked on an ocean liner back to where I was from. Got me a job in an unemployment office and became a regular joe, all the while remembering my dream of becoming a next elvis. Wrote a song for everyone and wrote a song for you. Wrote a memo to the president but it was returned to sender. Now I'm semi-retired and living in Catcando, Allerroo.


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    The Professional Stretcher

               JOB WANTED: PROFESSIONAL STRETCHER
    SCHEDULE AND SALARY NEGOCIATABLE
    since I've been behind lately
    in my stretching
    and since I want to follow the practice
    of creating my own lifestyle
    I've decided, to hire myself out
    I'm going to go back into stretching
    which is one of the best things
    I can do fro myself, so, I
    may as well do it for you too
    so call me, the professional stretcher
    I do sideways,
    but not a lot of torso crunches
    didn't like that about yoga
    cut my breath off
    but I can stretch out, and over
    so call me, I'm practicing now
    let me stretch for you
    in two weeks, we'll feel loose, relaxed,
    and good to go
    so call me now, we'll talk
    and I'll stretch for you

     

    When Willie Went Down to Onion Town

    one time crazy Joe Beet
    made a presentation
    to a "let's wait and see" society
    and he asked the poetic question
    "when Willie went down to Onion town,
    did Willie go way cross Georgia?"
    people yeeked and shrieked
    some grabbed the floor
    speaking in tie-tongue
    in legalese, and in defiance
    of standards of common comedy
    there were only six three stooges
    Joe Beet shouted above a whisper
    everyone with a curly complex say
    NYAK, NYAK, NYAK, NYAK
    hemming and hawing they decided to
    wait and see
    so Joe brung on the main event
    Bozo the clown who said
    when you put on the nose
    you know you knows the nose knows
    the gallery one hand clapped
    while the audience thinned out to
    their normal weight, some crying in flames
    not knowing how to separate a thought
    from a feeling
    all you got to do, Bozo said, is pull
    this little cotter pin out
    Joe and Bozo fought over the cotter pin
    while little Willie, back from behind the vat
    with onion gin for all
    played a little guitar, bout the size of a ukulele
    and led the crowd in a lousy rendition
    of please don't eat the daises
    the meeting was adjourned
    after a resolution was passed
    to look later into whatever and something or other
    after which Joe, Bozo, and Willie
    got soused on the remains of the
    onion gin la de da, la de da, ha ha, ha!

     

    New Job

    I was happy to have a new job
    even in a dream, it was at the
    land mines claims office
    slow day, alone
    in an old school building
    went for a look-see
    unused rooms, stale air
    run down, full of frippery
    found two doors
    one led outside, back
    yard drops off
    to a bowl like area
    elaborate courtyard
    steps down, stairs up
    I went the highest
    asked a lady a question
    something she didn't answer
    man with very droopy eyelids
    said to me, "please don't ask why
    no one wants to say,
    the doctors haven't been to help
    ever since the turning away"
    I found my way back
    up to my office
    long lines waiting

     

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