Exotic Sophisticated Dinnty Moore

Exotic Sophisticated Dinnty Moore

A can of Dinnty Moore Stew
Decorating the wall.
Nothing says down home better.
It speaks of the uncomplicated
And of the good things of life.
It speaks of the heart land of the US.

How ironic I say to myself
As I pick up my chopsticks
To shovel in another mouthful of rice.

19 October 2004
Larry T. Hollist
Abodai, Kawasaki, Japan

Red, White, Green

Red, White, Green

Red;;;
White;;;
Green;;;
With the sweet smell of the sea.

Kerplunk
Kerplunk

Sweet—salty
Slippery—rough
Sticky—mushy
New—death

Life melting into life,
Then comes the bite.
Starting at the tongue,
Moving past the throat,
Then out the nose,
While tears form in the eyes.

Tuna Roll
Ahi Maki.


Larry T. Hollist
11/06/2004

Meet me at the Dog

Meet me at the Dog
(Look Up)

“Meet me at the Dog at Shibuya Station”
I would say.

“Not the Dog,
There are too many people there.
How will we ever find you?”
My friends would say in frustration

“Just look up.
And you will see me.
How many tall Gaijins can there be.
Just look up.”

I would usually arrive first,
And be waiting,
Standing tall above the crowd.

I would see my friends arrive one at a time.
Pressed in the crowd they would walk by.
Nor more then inches from me.
Not seeing beyond the person in front
Not looking up.

Sometimes I would walk up and stand next to them.
I would wait to see how long it would take to notice me.
Sometime I would have to tap on the shoulder
Before they would look up and see me.

How often am I caught in the crowd,
Only seeing two inches in front of my own feet.
Before God taps me on the shoulder and says,
“Look up, all you have to do is look up.”

Oct. 2004
Larry T. Hollist

The Goat Herder

The Goat Herder


Before I go any further
I love my son the goat herder.

His flock roams far and wide,
In the cities and in the countryside.

He has the large, the small,
The short, and the tall.

He has every variety and breed.
Which he has gotten mostly from my wife and me.

So this warning I give you true.
If you are not careful he will gets yours too.

18 October 2004
Larry T. Hollist

Scgetti & Meatball

Scgetti

Scgetti, I eat it every day.
Twice if I had my way
It would be great to lick
If I could just freeze it on a stick.

Scgetti so long and thin.
I have found
When I suck it in
It makes a most unusual sound

Scgetti is the bestest food I know.
But alas, on me it has begun to show.

19 Nov 1994
Larry T. Hollist

Meatball
(Scgetti Reprisal)

A single meatball sits on my plate.
I sigh, “This is my awful fate.”

Just to fit through a normal door
And to keep my gut from moping the floor.

What more can I say,
Dr. Akins has taken my Scgetti away.

2004
Larry T. Hollist

Nevada

Nevada

The rolling waves
The winds blows
The spray in my face,
Not os salt, but of sage.
And unseen from above
Life jumping up when you
Least expect it.
15 June 1995

My Shower Drain

My Shower Drain

What could lurkin' down there
Maybe Uncle Joe's long lost cranial hair.
A thin dime
From some forgotten time.
A piece of soap
That had hung from a rope.
Something really ripe
Could be down that pipe.
So here I will refrain
From wondering what
What could be down my shower Drain

19 Nov. 1994
Larry T. Hollist