Poem – After a Nap, Rip Van Winkle Finds a Basket of Erotes (2005)

After a Nap, Rip Van Winkle Finds a Basket of Erotes

                          Rene Ricard

The first question of course is: “After fifteen years

Do I need these little loves.”   Of course not.

Nor, are they desireable. The attrition announces

Itself when old Rip can’t remember how the subject

Gets placed in the conversation. “How do I introduce

These charming if pesky Erotes to whomever

They would most profit me to know.”

Love, Love, Love

What a Beautiful thing during the Beauty

Years. But poor ole Rip is Sixty with a

Raging hard-on. How cute is that?

He tries to ignore it. The Erotes, however,

Are continually manipulating his already

“Febrile” member. Ignoring ‘it’ during the Day

Only leads to “In bed the tears run into your Ears.”

Rip feels sure, however

That he will take a chance, some-

How his hoary beard and old but long

And thick Dutch cock, will appeal

To a young, lonely, insecure

Cocksucker.

 

June                                       2005

Poem – Galas We Missed (2006)

Galas We Missed

 

Helen + Brice?

                     Very nice!

But I am missing

                       a slice

So if you want

                     me there

Invite me

                     Twice

 

R.R.                                             2006

Poem – All Day (1978)

All Day

 

So this is reality too, come in

and now you’re here, all swept

up for you the floor shiny

and our wonderful pal, the

antelope clatters its little hooves

on the floor to eat from your

hand, all the pictures

you love on the walls and

your favorite books read

themselves aloud, and you

can leave if you want to, just

turn the page or have the kids

come over for cake, little Louie

from downstairs, he likes you

so much he brings his friends

too, the twelve year old girl,

She loves it here we give her

shiny hair and crackling

petticoats. It’s always

just after school and

just before supper. The

flower in the flowerpot smiles

all day in the sunshine

and waves its little

leaves when you come home. Such

a bright yellow floor and

such a big cozy bed

It says Hey Get Up or

You’ve got a temperature or

Stay here with me

let’s watch TV all day.

Sometimes there’s a moon

when we’re alone but

like always the grinning

kind that hangs from a

thin wire. Oh yeah, the

stars have five neat points

The coffee pot giggles and

the dishes wash themselves with

their little rubber gloves

squeaking and laughing.

You have that effect on things

and even the bathroom,

so often left out of things,

is happy, when you’re

home.

 

Oct 25

1978 RR

ROBERT CREELEY’S POEM FOR RENE RICARD

Neil Williams is “Neil” (he was deaf)

Micky Ruskin’s country house

“I feel like I’m not in a real world,,” Rene complained to Creeley, and so he wrote this poem for him

John Chamberlain was making sculptures in the barn and pre-dating them because his present work (foam pieces) were slammed by Barbara Rose and he couldn’t sell new work

 

Rene told me this 5/24/05