DORIS'S MEN.

[dadio]

The other two dames listened as Doris
Moaned on about the men in her life and
The husbands she’d had and had rid herself

Of and how once she’d just made it to the
Honeymoon night and he’d left her in the
Morning without a word and left her in

Bed staring up at the ceiling with that
Deep blues and deserted feeling and the
Other dames looked at her but said nothing

They just let her pour out her tale as she
Often did and they knew the stories well
And could if asked have related them word

For word but they sat and listened hoping
That Doris would somehow alter the tale
A bit maybe add a few different lines

Put in something new elaborate on
Certain aspects especially about
Husband number four the joker who’d left

Her for some guy from the Bronx and you know
What said Doris I just wish I could live
Without men wish they meant nothing to me

But they do I can’t even sleep at night
Without them crowding my dreams and poking
Their heads into my thoughts can’t walk down the

Shopping aisle without wanting to grab a
Guy around the waist and kiss his darn neck
And the dames smiled and looked at each other

And then looked at Doris with her drawn back
Blonde hair and drooping tits and potbelly
Showing through her pale blue dress and wondered

How any girl young or old bright or dim
Butt ugly or beautiful could get
Herself her thoughts her life in such a mess.

[judih]

Otto Dix and dadio - what a fantastic combination

Who is Otto Dix and is he still alive? If so, he needs to read your work. If not, damn shame.
i guess i better google...

edit: back after googling
Otto Dix http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Otto_Dix

Birth name Wilhelm Heinrich Otto Dix
Born 2 December 1891
Untermhaus (Gera), Germany
Died 25 July 1969 (aged 77)
Nationality German
Field Painting, Printmaking

and, of course, he was considered a Degenerate Artist: this from wikipedia -

"When the Nazis came to power in Germany, they regarded Dix as a degenerate artist and had him sacked from his post as an art teacher at the Dresden Academy. He later moved to Lake Constance in the south west of Germany. Dix's paintings The Trench and War cripples were exhibited in the state-sponsored Munich 1937 exhibition of degenerate art, Entartete Kunst. They were later burned.
Dix, like all other practicing artists, was forced to join the Nazi government's Reich Chamber of Fine Arts (Reichskammer der bildenden Kuenste), a subdivision of Goebbels' Cultural Ministry (Reichskulturkammer). Membership was mandatory for all artists in the Reich. Dix had to promise to paint only inoffensive landscapes. He still painted an occasional allegorical painting that criticized Nazi ideals.
In 1939 he was arrested on a trumped-up charge of being involved in a plot against Hitler (see Georg Elser) but was later released.
During World War II Dix was conscripted into the Volkssturm. He was captured by French troops at the end of the war and released in February 1946."

[dadio]

Thank you, judih.

[creativesoul]

excellant tale- however close to home it may be-

otto dix- mmmm i knew his work when i lived in new york city- groovy artwork

[dadio]

Thank you, creative soul.

[stilltrucking]

The husbands she’d and had rid herself

That apostrophe interests me strangely when I try to speak it.

Thank you very much for the poem and art. I dig your juxtapositions.

I saw an exhibit of degenerate art at the Hirshhorn.

Walked out with tears in my eyes, of joy and sorrow.

[dadio]

Thank you stilltrucking. well spotted.

[joel]

It's like when folks say there's no point to mosquitos. Of course there's a point to mosquitos...they eat and they're eaten, and they screw each other so scores of skeeters can screw their mouths into flesh and then the bats have something to eat...and, well, if we lost the mosquito, then we'd lose the beauty they sustain in their own small way. And the same thing goes for tits. What a prurient term for a part of the human body...and yet, when you see a tit in all its glory, unashamedly hanging from an old lady or an obese man, and have the guts to lift it up and share the perks of its own grace, then tits is the richest, kindest word of them all. And tenderly expressed, Dadio. You dealt with the best of tits and dix real well.

[dadio]

Thank you very much Joel.