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Miss Inspiration and Other Sailor Poems

By Thomas M. McDade

Smashwords Edition

Copyright 2014 Thomas M. McDade

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Acknowledgements:

Special thanks to the following publications that have published many of these poems: 256 Degrees of Gray, A Summer's Reading, Asphodel Madness, Baker's Dozen, Big Hammer, The Binnacle, Black Clove Tradesman, Bong is Bard, Burningwood Review, Chance Magazine, Cokefish, Colere, Coracle, Crimson Leer, DESA Newsletter, Dignitaries of the Counter Clockwise Revolution, Doggerel, Fight These Bastards, Filling Station, High Plains Register, High Tide, Iconoclast, Jack Magazine, Jaw Magazine, Journal of Military Experience, Kitchen Poet, Liquid Paper Press, Lummox Review, Malcontent, Mangrove, Midwest Poetry Review, Next Exit, The Path, Pawtucket Times, Penny Dreadful Review, Perimeter, Peripheral Visions, Pitchfork Press, Poetry Motel, ppigpenn, The Silt Reader, Skyline Literary Magazine, Sunken Lines, Thistle, Transcendent Visions, Turnstile Review, The Velvet Box, Visions, Windless Orchard, Windmills.

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Poems 1- 18

Miss Inspiration

Wolfman Jack

Lord Byron’s Lips

Shacked Up with Wheels

New England Regionals

Don’t Touch That Dial

Tale of Two Loves

Greenwich Village, 1966

Oklahoma Radio

Doc Thompson, PhD

The Chief Warrant

Feminism, El Morocco

Stokes Stretcher

Motivation

Izmir, Turkey, 1975

Breakfast with Lyons

My Bum Foot

Corsica, June 12, 1975

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Poems 19 – 36

Luggage

Virginia Beach (’64-’66)

Ballroom Dancing

Baltimore Images

The Influence, 1966

Oceans Don’t Forget

Albatrosses A.K.A. Gooney Birds

Virgin’s Eyes to the Road

Keeping Short Time

New York, New York

Dress Shoes

A Boston Education

Genoa

Three Sea Captains

American Legion

Vocabulary

Phone Numbers and Addresses

Ferry Crossing

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Poems 37-54

Adult Status

Foot Crook Dream

Grey Ghost Gas

Translation

Landings

Dixie Cups

Questions

Rookie Angel

USS Intrepid Sea, Air & Space Museum

Crabs

Peas

Granby Street

Skirts

Supermen

E.M. Club Aunt Ruby Call

Pittance

Hamburger Haven

Christmas

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Poems 55-70

Shore Duty Donuts

Four Walls

Dainty Watches

Ship Reunion

Sly Notion

Big Apple Liberty

Rough Winds Frame

Warmth

The Tattoo Breakdown

White Socks & Dildo

Time Fraud

Paper Cups

Bronzed

Burgers & Songs

Background Music

Any More Than This

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Miss Inspiration

February, ’75,

I'm a sailor in Venice.

Gypsies parked

in vans on the pier,

Doge's Palace closed.

Miss Universe rumored

to be about and some

lucky ship will get a visit.

An incessant net

of rain traps all

but the pigeons.

Paying my respects

outside the Gritti,

Hemingway’s lodging

choice, I sense Inspiration

tailing me.

Rain dripping off her

wide-brimmed hat,

she snickers

while I translate the plaque

on John Ruskin's house.

The downpour seals

the lips of my dictionary.

Suddenly, I must have a Venetian

haircut and lickety-split a barber

is toweling my sopped head

so vigorously

my imagination rattles.

Later, I dine on artichoke

pizza in a restaurant

where German teens list

celebrities they’ve met.

Gusty rain jerks me

down the pier to the beat

of a Gypsy accordion

as I plot to ambush

smirking Inspiration

with a sharpened

pencil and legal pad,

twist her fickle arm until

she cherishes my words

as greedily as tourists

do a beauty

queen's autograph.

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Wolfman Jack

Might have been

the seventy-five Med Cruise

or the one year after that

Wolfman Jack courtesy

of Armed