Poetry By
Gary Bloom
Published on: 4/5/2015
Looking Back
I had a motorcycle and I could have ridden it forever. It wasn't even mine. It was my Dad's and it was a small bike with little horsepower. I rode it on a gravel road north of Minneapolis. The road had soft hills and tight turns around barns and silos and farmhouses and rows of high corn and yellow wheat fields and after each turn in the road when I couldn't see beyond the next turn not knowing what was coming next I was never so happy.
Published on: 12/11/2013
Stuck In The Snow
Already late for work My job stocking shelves with gift cards Along with their joyous messages. I have a few choice words Hallmark never heard of As I rock this boat Of a '68 Impala Back and forth ever So gently thinking Don't goose the gas Be patient As I throttle back And forth between drive And reverse Until finally my Mom Comes out with a couple Of old blankets and Throws them under The rear tires and wouldn't You know it the Tires take hold As my Mom waves And the world At least for a minute Becomes one great big stinking Hallmark moment.
Published on: 5/9/2012
Vintage
I bought a bottle Of Portuguese wine today The one with the Full figured bottle. Back in college I used those artsy bottles To hold candles To give off a seductive light To seduce the girls I could never seduce. I thought this wine Had gone the way Of bell bottoms. It's been modernized With a screw top cap. Imagine, a wine From Portugal where Cork grows like kudzu Using a screw top. But the taste was the same… Somewhat sweet with Just a hint of bitterness.
Published on: 4/15/2011
First Girlfriend
Today I woke up And couldn't remember the last name Of my first girlfriend. It's been that long, though I sill think of her sometimes. Now that I've forgotten her last name I guess I can let go Of all of those teenage heartaches And hurt feelings When she dumped me For one of the high school toughs. He hit a home run with her While I never made it past first base. He was an athletic type I was a Poindexter. But now that I've forgotten her last… Damn, I just remembered it.
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