Different Slants

Robert M. Katzman’s Amazing Story:  http://www.differentslants.com/?p=355

By Robert M. Katzman © February 1, 2013

 

At Dead Man’s Curve

My hot rod swerved

All eighteen wheels sliding

But I twern’t afear’d

That rod was carved from a Model T

Kissed by Henry Ford

An’ afore that, a covered wagon

Racing west through the plains

Flaming arrows piercing the air

My pretty blonde grandma

Screaming and pumpin’ her Winchester

Because damn country people can!

We can hunt bear with an ax

An’ eagles with spears

An’ fish with a machine gun

Damn trout’ll never know what hit ‘em!

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By Robert M. Katzman © 2/17/12 

Staring out my kitchen window

Black coffee’s steam wafting ’round my

Sleepy coffee-colored eyes

I see the eastern sun rising

Shooting black shadows to the west

Silhouetting

A railroad crossing’s barriers

I hear birdsong

The same birdsong

Sometimes a red Cardinal flitting by

Always a couple and no more

Do their beating wings warm them?

Are they watching me, watching them?

I watch cars

Coming and going

Where are they going?

Where have they been?

What does it feel like

To have a reason

To move?

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Robert M. Katzman’s Amazing Story:  

Robert M. Katzman’s Amazing Story

© January 29, 2013 (dates updated 1/27/2020)

Something romantic
Please
For a moment

53 years ago,
January 27, 1967
Chicago
Had its greatest snowstorm
Ever

I was trapped in my mother’s house
(where I didn’t live)
With a bunch of my sister’s
College friends
There for a party, also trapped

I was 16
Not a cool 16

Over the next three days
I managed to
Fall in love with this

Tall
Willowy
Strawberry Blonde
An older woman of 18

Who invited me to neck
With her
The first night of that party
As if I knew
What to do

It became a
Passionate
Three days

Then, she was gone
It killed me
I was a junior in high school
She was a freshman at University of Illinois in Carbondale

No chance
No chance for me
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