Dr. Pickens from LOUNGING POET by Charles Cicirella
Image: Dr. Agnew T. Pickens reading at the Monday at Mahall's Poetry and Prose Series (Lakewood, Ohio) on 1/4/16. Photo taken by Christina M. Brooks.
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| 13. | Dr. Pickens | 1:52 |
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Dr. Pickens
He handed me some choice nuggets as I exited his universal mind.
I like being his navigator because he grades on a curve and knows which direction the “Idiot Wind” blows.
“Father Knows Best”, but when father cannot be disturbed, Dr. Agnew T. Pickens steps up to the plate trying to make everyone’s top-secret desires advance from out of the cloakroom.
I believe he was a guest at the Hotel California and knows a thing or two about dumpster diving and the lost art of confounding expectations.
He offered me a breath mint and I knew it was time to go in for the kill, so I reached down for the Frank Stanford collection of poems while dropping a bullet into the chamber of his barrel and pressing it gently forward.
The moon preyed upon us like a well-tanned seventy five year old George Hamilton-vampire with a Cialis dick and Chinese eyes preys upon its unsuspecting victims.
I wasn’t able to figure out your smart phone fast enough to snap off a picture of two.
We experienced it though, there’s no denying that and we wouldn’t have if we hadn’t been going in the opposite direction. Thank you Dr. Pickens.
Charles Cicirella
8/6/15
