Songs of Eretz Poetry
Review is pleased to present “Helter Skelter” by
Gerard Sarnat our Poet of the Week for the week of January 4, 2015. One
of Dr. Sarnat’s poems will be featured in the Review every day this
week. His bio may be found here: http://eretzsongs.blogspot.com/2015/01/poet-of-week-gerard-sarnat.html.
Gerard Sarnat
--- for Terrence Melcher
(1942-2004)
Doris Day’s son was my nothing-particular tennis
doubles partner.
He became a record producer who rejected Charlie of
Manson gang fame.
They meant to kill him but murdered Sharon Tate
after Terry & girlfriend
Candice Bergen moved out of his no-longer house
near where I now live
... Scrunched up against the wall on air mattress
& heating pad
next to two backpacks, a hot plate, boxed Mr.
Coffee -- remote control
tanks & toy holsters only other objects in
the kitchenless showerless tomb
my spouse & I occupy twelve steps above the
cars; Byrds Turn! Turn! Turn!
blasting from the McMansion on the other side of
their tennis court
where my daughter’s fam hand-me-ups are strewn for
us to scavenge;
I move like a geriatric who dey who dat
Charlie Manson clan
flashback scamscramming to avoid the cop patrol
summoned by
Neighborhood Watchers dedicated to ridding the
block of flophouse
commune squatters’ lightning in a dime bag teenths
at a time --
while my bolo tie tricks try to discern basic
trespasser ropes,
how to survive by turnturning into a worshipful
grandsons’ cultee.
Poet’s
Notes: “Helter Skelter”
transports me from reading about LA celebrity/cult excesses to being dropped
into the mix with a tongue-in-cheek minimalistic turn that’s not only absurd
but basically true.
Editor’s
Note: Picturing the speaker
(presumably the poet) "scamscramming" to avoid being reported as a
vagrant by the snooty neighborhood watch is an image that is going to stick
with me :)
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