Showing posts with label Vernon Mooers. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Vernon Mooers. Show all posts

Sunday, September 15, 2019

Vernon Mooers writes

Cebu Island Girl  

She bears her name
like Magellan's cross
ties her hair up proudly
steps out in her finest
and her hips swing
and flow like lava
when she bares her breasts
on coconut covered hills
an angel just descended
from mountains in the sky.
She prances to the beat
A Leipzig thoroughbred mare
her mane tossed back and flowing
she steps in high heel shoes
and the soldiers stare like stone
as she dances up the road
the sailors only whisper
of her coming down below
her dresses like fair winds
spread full out in the breeze
saddled with her mission
her veil of trembling lace
a shroud across their dreams
they can only stare in wonder
as she spreads her wings and flies
toward the cloudy misty sea
into heaven's virgin face
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Lavandera -- Fernando Amorsolo

Vernon Mooers writes

Walden Two



Up on the mountain in slug city
just a kilometer from the beach
I built a small house of cardboard
like the roadside huts in Africa
covered it in vinyl
before the rain came
and fetched water from the spring
tried to stay alive -
the water deer, fleet-footed and protected
the pheasants startling, uncatchable
the only game - rabbits
cute and furry, park pets
not wild woodland snowshoes
I snared as a kid.
Picked sesame and wild lily leaves
dug around for ginseng, fallen chestnuts
tried my best to stay alive.
In the night the sounds of lovers’ cars
tour buses gunning to the top
up the winding road to the lookout
firecrackers from the beach
like a war zone
birds in the quiet morning.
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Rural House -- Shandor Alexander 

Thursday, May 16, 2019

Vernon Mooers writes


The Walkman

Everyday he does the trek
from Pukyong to Haeundae Beach
down along the boardwalk in the evening
when dieting ajumas wave their arms
like moving mannequin exercise machines
flaunt their robotic marching moves and
college girls skip and dance, strut
in high heel spiked stilettos
their mini-shorts and knee-length socks
all part of the red-carpet show.
They all want to be narrator models
better yet, talk-show host movie stars
fashion talents in the luxury event.
He catches a film at PIFF Center
free for the taking at Sfunz
sits and reads in the bookstore
drops in to see the Filipina all-girl band
scantily dressed like the Moulin Rouge
scoffs a Herald at the Hotel Westin and
passes the calling cards of the telephone pros
placed conveniently at the doors of yogwans
down the back street alley ways
the service, a nightly entertainment ritual
while the crab lady chats on the wharf
there’s a fight outside of Homer’s
make-up High School smoking girls
sneak behind the neon-lit arcade in
tight blouses and hiked-up skirts
back behind the Viking Ship, the Crazy Flip
sashimi whiffs from soju tents
the smell of Chinese fireworks gun powder
and dead fish along the shore
while lovers pose for digitals
against the backdrop of the bridge
and the raw fish drunks stagger
from norae-bongs, sing off-key
70/80 blasts electric songs
girls all prance and flutter 
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Friday, April 12, 2019

Vernon Mooers writes

Texas Street


He's alone, bandana-headed
     down on Foreigner Street
     with another whore to
     starve his guilt away
his hand on a tit at the Vegas
dancing with fleet feet

at the London Club
the boys from the boats
the big Russians laughing
their hands on a thigh
pawing their way through the vodka night
the bar hostess from Seoul
who speaks good English
lives and dies on this street
knows how to charge you
just for a double of orange juice
how to suck money
out of your pocket one way or another


Tonight he'll sleep in a yogwan
in the rooms behind the Hollywood
next to the Cebu Island boys
who've been at sea too long
he'll fuck the big tit girl
or he'll drunkenly dream he held her
     in his tattoo needle arms
     dream she really liked him.
     He'll empty his guts in the piss hole
     pass out with the window open
     sometime before daybreak
     when the distant foghorn blows
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Texas street

Sunday, March 10, 2019

Vernon Mooers writes


At The Balihi Hotel 
 
In front of the Balihi Hotel
the girls wear broadened smiles
      silk smooth on their shoulders
out the glass window
white waves break
      along the boardwalk
boulders stretch out to sea
      like fifteen foot fishing rods
the children smile
      up at me; and you
      throw the ball
      into the air
laugh their freedom cry
like seagulls
Lobstercove 1921 
Lobstercove, Monhegan -- James Perry Wilson