Poem of the Week: January 11th, 2015

Gary Dop lives in the foothills of the Blue Ridge Mountains with his wife and three daughters. His essays have aired on All Things Considered, and his first collection of poems, Father, Child, Water, is forthcoming from Red Hen Press. His poem, “Randy’s Civil Rights” was published in Volume 2, Issue 2 of burntdistrict.

RANDY’S CIVIL RIGHTS
By Gary Dop

I’m naked as a baby cow
when I’m in my house
because that’s a man’s space.
My neighbor lady

with that gimpy leg
called the cops,
but they didn’t say nothing
about me giving her

an eyeful
because a man’s land
is the space he got.
Not even cops can make me

wear nothing over my junk
when my own naked feet
are on my property.
I fried some chicken

standing snow white
in my kitchen window.
I could probably mow
the lawn in the raw

if I wanted, except
some yellow peace-hippy
would probably say
I’m a dandy fellow. I ain’t

gotta prove nothing, not
with this tattoo – everything
you need to know
about me is in my tattoo:

I covered the nipples
with that red bikini
for ten dollars because
my nephew kept pointing.

This cowboy hat is ’cause,
well, I’m a cowboy.
The southern flag, well,
that’s a battle flag –

I ain’t afraid to fight.
The boobs and all that
is ’cause I like women,
blondes first. I know

if a woman doesn’t
get it and like it,
she’s just too shallow.


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