SEX ON THE BEACH IS UNPLEASANT

Sex on the beach is always glorified in the movies but it isn’t really all that practical in real life.  The movies provide that image of the two stars entwined in each other’s arms in the sand as light waves break on the shore gently rolling up to their feet.  They roll around ever so tenderly yet succumbing to the overwhelming passion of the moment.  Ah, if only it could be so pleasant.

Sand gets everywhere

no orifice is safe

each crack infected

They don’t tell you about the ubiquity of sand.  It will get anywhere and everywhere and it will cause chafing.  I doubt it’s pleasant for a woman if the sand gets into her vagina.  I can attest that it is excruciating if the sand gets in your pee-hole.  You don’t need to know Latin or be a scientist to know that urethal meatus and sand don’t mix. 

Yeah, delude yourself into thinking a blanket or beach towel will protect you from intrusive sand.  It’s getting everywhere.  Wet or dry, it is getting anywhere and everywhere.  It’ll even be in your knickers when you get dressed to go home.  You might even discover some new orifices on your body.

Get a motel

or a space in the woods

avoid the sand

avoid the pain of chafing

you’ll feel better later

No one ever lamented the chafing that never happened.  Don’t trust all the Hollywood elite with all their brazen lies.  Sex on the beach is rather unpleasant.  There’s no romance to scratching up your arms and legs and getting sand in your anus. 

Chafing really sucks

Hollywood lies unneeded

Live life freely

but keep the sand far away

keep your knickers clean

https://www.postpoems.org/authors/georgeschaefer/prose/1108533

SQUANDERED SERENDIPITY: A Second Helping of Cannibalized Haibun: Schaefer, George: 9798354488872: Amazon.com: Books

STREETWALKER

She was a street walker

by all accounts

She had a plastic rose

pitifully shedding petals

proudly adorned in her hair

But she did have moxie

and an awareness of diners

At her recommendation

I found an old school diner

serving greasy breakfast fair

As it was only fair

and I alone to boot

I invited her to break fast with me

Order what you like

It’s all on me

Chatting over coffee

and buttered rye toast

Her sometime sordid

sometime glorious past

poetically brought to life

She hungrily tore into eggs

yet somehow she was lovelier

than most dates I’ve had

She was certainly kinder

and possibly saner

I had a full docket

but I handed her a Jackson

on the promise of lunch

I really hoped she would

get a good lunch or dinner

She deserved better

than what life threw her way

but carried better grace than most

myself included

I’m not too proud to admit

https://www.postpoems.org/authors/georgeschaefer/poem/1109896

SHOT OF JAMESON TO CHASE THE BEER

I skipped out

on the poetry reading

at the free library

where I was scheduled to read

a new brewpub opened

just down the street

and my whistle

required a little wetting

so I walked down the street

oblivious to any consequences

or hurt feelings attached

my name was on the list

for the open reading

They’ll call my name

and be greeted with silence

and they’ll call my name again

going once going twice. . .

Perhaps, I consider,

my best reading ever

as I belly up to the bar

and order my first beer

but I’m also feeling

a little frisky

so I order a shot of Jameson

to chase the beer

I really don’t know why

I felt so nervous an hour earlier

https://www.postpoems.org/authors/georgeschaefer/poem/1101450

AMERICAN ZEN KOANS: Schaefer, George: 9798809062107: Amazon.com: Books

ASSHOLES AND BITCHES NEED NOT APPLY

As I waltz through my life

whiling away hours, weeks,

years & even decades

I never found a shortage

of certain undesirable sorts.

There seems to be 

an asshole lurking

under every rock

& a bitch to be found

around any old corner.

The cretins aren’t coming.

They’re already here

They appear out of the mist

when you least expect them

always willing to lend a hurting hand.

There’s no longer any surprise

in finding someone new

only to learn they are not dependable.

You’re only an afterthought

they never truly care for.

As I get older

I find I have fewer friends

and more casual acquaintances

and that’s very much by design

as I try to keep my life real.

I’d rather be surrounded

by those relatively special few

that I know I can count on

than have thousands of false friends

valued at a dime a dozen.

https://www.postpoems.org/authors/fuche_bu/poem/1068152

JUST WHEN YOU THOUGHT IT WAS SAFE TO DO POETRY AGAIN: Schaefer, George: 9798449725561: Amazon.com: Books

KINDNESS OF STRANGERS

I’ll have truly earned

the scorn & derision

of the critics

whence I finally

release this dribble

but I won’t walk the plank

of Orizaba

& follow Crane to a death

of either asphyxiation

or shark meal

the pundits will get their say

and the reviews will be severe

but I fear not

the harshness of acidic pens

that tear my heart to shreds

and leave me for dead

the kindness of strangers

has bailed my ass before

& plucked me from the abysss,

fed me, rescued me

and sent me on my way

Surely, some kind soul

will prop me up again.

https://www.postpoems.org/authors/fuche_bu/poem/1075472

AMERICAN ZEN KOANS: Schaefer, George: 9798809062107: Amazon.com: Books

MEMORY LAPSE

You were pissed off

even though

I hadn’t said

anything wrong

and it began

to dawn on me

that you weren’t 

pissed off at

what I had said

you were pissed off

at something

I hadn’t said.

Problem is,

it’s hard enough

for me to remember

all those things

that I actually said

It’s damn near impossible

to remember

all the things

that I haven’t said.

I just wish

I could find a way

to make you understand.

https://www.postpoems.org/authors/fuche_bu/poem/1072052

JUST WHEN YOU THOUGHT IT WAS SAFE TO DO POETRY AGAIN: Schaefer, George: 9798449725561: Amazon.com: Books

ENOUGH CLICHÉ

Enough cliché for you

an old Aerosmith gem

blares on the loudspeaker

drunkard rocking on bar stool

leaning over to kiss girlfriend—

kisses the floor instead.

https://www.postpoems.org/authors/fuche_bu/poem/1081244

JUST WHEN YOU THOUGHT IT WAS SAFE TO DO POETRY AGAIN: Schaefer, George: 9798449725561: Amazon.com: Books

BUT AFTER ANTLER WROTE

After Antler wrote

an epic poem

about factory life

it was like a final word

an end to innocence

an end to ignorance

an end to all excuses

we had to confront the bleakness

far beyond any spiritual ennui

proffered by Dickens or Sinclair Lewis

and the false sincerity

of all the Anglo apologists

we drank rank java

from a roach coach

punching in on a time card

gotta make sure

we get clocked in and clocked out

so payroll can add the hours

all the while ignoring

the sweat and tears

the exhausted shell of a being

we run our lathes and presses

we form cardboard boxes

and fill them up with empty promises

and empty delusions

cheap merchandise no one wants or needs

but simply has to have

to fulfill the prophecy of the ad campaign

but after Antler wrote

his factory poems

we should have known better

we should have know that

the corporate overlords

were totally full of shit

but first Reagan and then Trump

deluded enough young folk

and old folk alike

to toss us right back

into George Santayana’s paradox

https://www.postpoems.org/authors/georgeschaefer/poem/1122541