Friday, November 16, 2012

Lovely Cow Patty Town


Lovely Cow Patty Town


Bobbi Ann Mlynar—
Retains that lovely rather
Bleak Kansas outlook

Right out of that Grant Woods—
“American Gothic” rather stark
depressing Kansas painting

Returning to Emporia once—
After graduating from college
I took a little bike ride

To reminisce and enjoy—
The sweet memories of my
Kansas bildungsroman boyhood

West of town past the old—
Anderson Shit Yard & the gone
Roller Rink on Old Hwy 50

My grandfather Larkin—
Former County Commissioner
Once lived way out there

The Doodlebug tootle-loo’d—
Down by the Santa Fe tracks
It was quite Idyllic, my dears

Madame Mlynar lived—
Way out there, sitting on her
Steps bored as I went by

She didn’t wave at me—
Her big dog attacked me &
Bit me on my little footsy

She sat there on her big—
Fat ass, sneering grimly at
My tres painful predicament

She’d never much liked me—
There at EHS and probably
Despised me like all the rest

That same grim gothic look—
On her pinched mayoral face
Simply said it all, my dears

It epitomizes for me—
The Stoic Americana gothic
Attitude of Red State Kansas

Right out of that Grand Wood—
Stark painting or even worse
Edward Hopper’s “Nighthawks”

It was then and there—
That I swore I’d never ever
Return to the Fly Over State

Along with Hostess Twinkies—
And Saccharine Sweet Ding Dongs
Adieu, Goodbye to Cow Patty Town



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