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Hommage à un Quillenista 2

Cruising. Window open

In a rush to get out



Late, as always

The pages of a Quillen screed

flapping their backseat lips

too loud not to listen

Colorado Central

Denver Post


Head-on straight stuff

whose shape-shifting humor

insured a guffaw


Grabbed you by the scruff

of your lame horse

& then handed you a brew




A specialist at poking holes

in glazed doughboys

about-to-become donuts


With an uncanny knack

for all the “innappropriate” places

Sump pits to hot shots


It’s passed mid-September

& starting to turn cold

But, truth is, I like


Ed’s flapping breeze at my back

I’m leaving my window



by Art Goodtimes