Play It Again Schroeder.

I would sing the body electric.

I would suck the marrow of life

And chew its bones to dust.

I would dance the angels off the heads of pins.

I would risk insanity,

To wreak havoc on the unsuspecting whole.

I would woo women poetically

And visit every bed.

I would climb tall trees,

Hang from weak limbs,

And ease my way to the ground.

I would pimp and posture with Shakespearean flair,

As a first communication.

I would touch everything lustily and say:

“Beware, my dear, for I passionately love everything of beauty.”

I would laugh at anger and between the fighters.

I would feast with death, as the Mexican’s do in their celebration of loves lives.

I would eat odd flowers to grab attention.

I would tell stories full of convincing lies to entertain.

I would ask awkward questions and bath in the cleverest of answers.

I would implore the pretty girl for a quick chew of her gum to enjoy her reaction.

I would call myself a rightfully unrepentant dirty old man with the hormones of an adolescent.

I would drink too much coffee and laugh away my jitters.

I would drink too much wine and wail away the emotional tears.

I would enjoy life wholeheartedly and take nothing too seriously.

By gum, I would be Hamlet in my madness, Solomon in my choices, and Snoopy in my heart!

Dance, dance, dance.

Originally recited Oct. 14, 1997

Notes: Um… well, maybe I was justifying something here, but I was surely having fun doing it! That’s all I will say for Rated G ears.

From my Madrid files on the Pub Storytellers nights. Where an eclectic group of expats, troubadours, and assorted, sodden wordsmiths gathered twice a week to share a few pints, tell many tall tales, and lessen our loneliness at our favorite Irish Pub in Madrid, Spain, back in 1997-98. I kept my scribbles from these nights and the poems that grew out of the stories I told. This is the first time I’ve ever published these. I hope you enjoy them.