On Gabriel’s Hill

Crack the opus
on a seven day holiday
in dubious luxury
ashore on Louie’s terra firma
with my Alexis.

Take the Cherokee Express
up to Garbiel’s Hill
where it’s Baybaleanous –
everyone punch happy
on American Brew.

Poetic Lana, a stoic angel,
with none of the Beats today
pours over a bid report
next to Lily Luna
who’s got that Kansas tornado spunk
a real Mr. Monday Night
King Macho repeller

has done some tangling and tangoing
with Dancing Nick by the fence
just a guy in a top hat
can dance a nifty mambo,
but can’t talk in fake Spanish
to save his life
“El tajin
mi preciosa?”
but a sumkin else kind of dancer.

Marylin’s guy,
Jodi’s revenge,
now tickling Tori
and the devil approved it.

Love in the heir
as the real Brian
melts with Rene’s kisses
for one day
not the prudent heir.

The Rexdale Warrior
two heart attacks and still going
taking his dynakrall
down to Ruthville;
JP’s fling, slingshot Lisa,
turning south down
Damian’s way.

The Legislady,
Ms. Freightshaker herself,
just out for a walk, no pressing the flesh,
sees someone’s orange monster
in a low branch, thinks of
climbing the forest wire to reach it;

Calico Jack
with his strait abby
deputy honor
arrives faster
scoops it down in express rescue.

Madame Bling
sporting her cheap rhinestone
is being bad again
trying to catch
Marek’s Czech eyes,

but he’s off thinking how
Margie’s for the birds, no
she’s a great gal, I ain’t lyin’
I might just give her
Rosalita’s wish for a grandchild.

A.U., miner of the Stone’s River,
sings with the water’s rush his harmonizer,
finding by awesome chance
a little gem that’ll look good with some
sprightly polish around the neck of
his polished princess,
Lucy Quatorze,
once Miss Nepal,
now Miss Harford County.

Denoguska, only daughter of
Muskwa, a descendant of gypsy kings,
bragging she can turn summer to winter,
gets dared by the smarty day metro man
says “Ready. Set. Snow!”
and the flakes come down in the middle of summer
into the open mouth of Albert’s protégé,
the violinist, as he looks up
to the moonbow replacing the rainbow
and asks “Is this a dream?”

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poem composed using the names of all 80 horses running at Philadelphia Park on Saturday, July 17, 2010.