My stuntman days are numbered

My stunt-man days areN u m b e r e d

William Z. Saunders

Here are a few poems I wrote and it is o.k.

painting a patriarchal portrait

of my olde man,

now to

hit the pay window

the boy could sure pitch

a demonstration

give him

a free-on can…

monkey man

teflon Don Juan

always

Tin Man

armed to his false teeth

Oh mother of pearl pocket knives,

push button blades,

packing a puny pistol,

I mean deringer…

a one shot, one hitter

quitter

Pall Mall

homicidal

rock and roller

would rather

pet my poodle

than

push a stroller.

I’m a man

Im an

Arkansas traveler

got me a plaque

hanging on my wall

says so

I’m a

pitbull breader

I’m a

24 karat front man

had too many dogs to name

Jack Rustler Hustler

listen to my hound dogs

slowly dying fast

Goddamn

I work like a nigger

Just to come home to this

Domestic bliss

T.C.BhRolex wrist,

watch yer back!

diamond pinky punk

in a brand new cadillac

been there,

done that…

7 or 8 kids

quit counting after Zach

24 karat front man

had too many dogs to name

beat myself up,

knocked myself out

of the ring

out-of-town

away from

the family game

wore hisself out

of breath

you was in the daddy business a long time

free burn

iron lung

cool buzz

dust head

pink dick

held high

dank nugs

funk tank

4 letter words

hook worm

bake pies

deep pool

tent city

last year

dang crud

well used

good will

loud fool

pink fuzz

dirt road

wall ball

acid drop

bear cult

fart lord

wind surf

iron lung

dick dent

pull jobs

bait shop

meth cook

fast food

boat dock

neon gulf

push wood

dark soul

gold mind

drug mule

poor monk

skin mags

cats game

fist fest

piss test

jump ship

junk deal

make nice

suck face

back seat

wild pony

stay hard

felt good

salt pork

moon rise

lost near

(make for some nifty knuckle tattoos)