The Dinner Jacket Poems
Featuring the Short Story, 'Better Now, Better Now Than Dead'
Fiction & Literature, Poetry
| Author: | eff Wayne-Patrick Russell | ISBN: | 9781491817261 |
| Publisher: | AuthorHouse | Publication: | October 22, 2013 |
| Imprint: | AuthorHouse | Language: | English |
| Author: | eff Wayne-Patrick Russell |
| ISBN: | 9781491817261 |
| Publisher: | AuthorHouse |
| Publication: | October 22, 2013 |
| Imprint: | AuthorHouse |
| Language: | English |
THEDINNER JACKET POEMS the CHANTILCLEER POET JEFF WAYNE-PATRICK RUSSELL Jeff Wayne-Patrick Russell aka the Chantilcleer poet starts hisDinner Jacket Poemswith a boyhood visit to his grandmothers apartment in Glendale, CA where hes fascinated by the Knockittttty, knock knocks of woodpeckers pecking on telephone poles in her neighborhood. With yells of silence he takes us on a quest to the streets of Gold where he dreams of a Coliseum in Eternity. The pilgrim does not travel alone. There are desert paths to be sure where a snake slithers past the moon, leaving them both to crawl home to caves and holes. But there are also Happy Hour epiphanies where a margarita dancer shares with him a glimpse of her beauty and moments of sarcastic bliss among friends over a good-beer. There are times the quester needs to be in solitude: And if you want to talk to me Find me In person Maybe Australia There are times he seeks solidarity with a significant other: ohhhhhhhh Lord your girllllllllllllllllllllll for meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee When shes found and Reeling and rocking as our flame grows higher than others he leads Make our flame last. My favorite poem of his near the end of the book is MEAND DECIBEL TETON...where lying on a stone he drinks from a cactus and with gaze fixed upon a spiraling hawk pleads Hawk, stay long, Hawk, stay long Hawk circling, Circling Hawk Return me to myself. I couldnt agree more.
THEDINNER JACKET POEMS the CHANTILCLEER POET JEFF WAYNE-PATRICK RUSSELL Jeff Wayne-Patrick Russell aka the Chantilcleer poet starts hisDinner Jacket Poemswith a boyhood visit to his grandmothers apartment in Glendale, CA where hes fascinated by the Knockittttty, knock knocks of woodpeckers pecking on telephone poles in her neighborhood. With yells of silence he takes us on a quest to the streets of Gold where he dreams of a Coliseum in Eternity. The pilgrim does not travel alone. There are desert paths to be sure where a snake slithers past the moon, leaving them both to crawl home to caves and holes. But there are also Happy Hour epiphanies where a margarita dancer shares with him a glimpse of her beauty and moments of sarcastic bliss among friends over a good-beer. There are times the quester needs to be in solitude: And if you want to talk to me Find me In person Maybe Australia There are times he seeks solidarity with a significant other: ohhhhhhhh Lord your girllllllllllllllllllllll for meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee When shes found and Reeling and rocking as our flame grows higher than others he leads Make our flame last. My favorite poem of his near the end of the book is MEAND DECIBEL TETON...where lying on a stone he drinks from a cactus and with gaze fixed upon a spiraling hawk pleads Hawk, stay long, Hawk, stay long Hawk circling, Circling Hawk Return me to myself. I couldnt agree more.
