F.N.'S PUBLISHING CREDITS

�The Whorehouse,� �Der Saftladen� (the German edition of �The Whorehouse�), �Flight To Freedom,� �The Music Sluts� (coming soon from 12 Gauge Press)

ANTHOLOGIES & MAGAZINE & ON-LINE APPEARANCES:

Metamorphosis, Small Press Novels & Novellas, Urthkin 2, Men & Women Of Letters, Mudville Diaries, Biker, Easyriders, In the Wind, X-Ray #10, Bottle of Smoke Press, Feel Free Press, War Songs, Hard Luck, Voodoo Typewriter, Zygote In My Coffee

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'ON THE ROCKS'

she looks tasty
sitting topless
"on the rocks"

a man's drink

not some fruity
sweet concoction
with an umbrella
in it

he emerges from
the surf & is soon
on hot sand as he
approaches her

he drops
to all fours
eyes on the
strings of her
bikini bottoms

her breasts
perched like
proud, playful
puppies

above her flat
stomach

begging for attention

he crawls across
hot sand
growling like a dog

goose bumps crawl
across her smooth skin
as her thighs filled
with thunder

quiver with
anticipation

still growling
he unloosens
the strings of
her bikini bottoms
with his teeth

letting it drop
to the hot sand
he kneels in

he buries his face
between her thunder-
filled thighs

& with a sigh she
slides down the
front of the rock
she has been
perched on
until she lies
legs spread
in greeting
on the hot sand

his face in the
oasis between
her thighs
lapping up her
flowing juices

when he has
quenched his thirst
he will bury
his bone

but not in the
hot sand

but deep inside
that magical place
where the juices
he has just tasted
flow from

for awhile
the earth stands still
& all is beautiful

the peaceful sound
of the waves lapping
at the shoreline
that he earlier
emerged from

the wars end
there is no
famine
genocide
racism or
hatred

only love
& the sounds
they make
during their
moment of passion

neither of them
wanting
this moment
to end.

'HANOI JANE RESURFACES'

I rarely watch tv
unless a baseball game
is being televised

recently
while taking a break
from my writing

I went to get
a beer from the
refrigerator

& took time
that of course
would be time
wasted

turned on the tv
to see if there
was a ball game on
to watch while I
drank my beer

much to my dismay
the news was on
& there was the
ageing face of
jane fonda

hanoi jane

still vain enough
with wrinkled upper
lip from past lies

to stand before
tv cameras

wanting to
once again protest
another war

after committing
treason as far as
I & other Nam Vets
are concerned

when she visited
North Vietnam
during the
Vietnam war

wore a NVA helmet
& sat at one of
their anti-aircraft guns
that had probably fired
at some of our aircraft

barrel still pointed
skyward

possibly having already
shot a plane or two
of ours
out of the sky

committing treason
& getting away with
it because of her name

a time when the average
american would have
paid dearly for what
her name let her escape

I am not an advocate of
the death penalty
but the bitch should
have spent the rest
of her life
in Leavenworth prison
for treason

but there she was on tv
again protesting another
war

the war in Iraq

I do give tv credit
for only showing her
treasonous face
& not airing her
treasonous voice

but only showing
her words in script
beneath her ugly
message

of wanting to join
the anti-war movement
regarding Iraq
& confessing she
had no right to do
because of what
she had done during the
Vietnam War

allowing that the woman
who had picketed
president bush
protesting the war

(I refuse to capitalize
while he is president)

while at his ranch in texas

a woman who had lost a son
in Iraq was doing a good
job protesting the war

doing a far better job
than she could ever match

as if hanoi jane could
even come close to
understanding the
difference between her
& that woman

who had lost her son
in yet
another wasted war

as a Vietnam Vet
who like many
think the
War In Iraq
is as senseless
as the war
we fought in

I think
as against the war
as we might be

we have that right
& hanoi jane
should disappear
from the public &
enjoy her riches

or donate them to
the Veteran's Administration
& other veteran's organizations
such as the American Legion
or
Veterans of Foreign Wars

more importantly
after her fuck up in Nam
she should step forward
& finally for once

support the troops
serving not only in
Iraq
but the rest of
the world as well

& if she can't
do that

she should
shoot herself

hanoi jane
still a traitor.

'HIS BAD LUCK'

it happened
in Nam

we crossed paths

unexpectedly

I was behind
enemy lines

he wasn't aware of
that small detail
since I was on
recon

poor bastard
not much older
than me

I was twenty so
he might've been
even younger

taking a morning shit
when I came across
him

probably smoking
a cigarette

I don't remember

but I slit
his throat
before he could
reach for his weapon

dead before he could
even wipe his ass.

'LOVES LOST'

Luise
lorraine
lorna

katy
kay
kathy

sue?

no that was
pure lust

gay

tish &
too tall
tina

not to mention
leeanne

sometimes
I ask myself
will this list
of pain
never end?

then along comes
lucinda

& I am certain
her love
will be lost

even before
the first buds
will even begin
to blossom.

'THE VISITOR'

she was a young
artist
from new orleans
& had seen my
paintings in some
long ago
forgotten
art gallery
while still
a high school
student

it was in the
french quarter
as she
remembered it

as I said
it was long ago
& forgotten
by me

somehow
she had found me
on the internet

many years had
passed

we shared pictures
& chatted on line
& talked on the
telephone

she was young

younger than my
two children

which didn't bother
me at all

some of the pictures
she sent me
were nude photos
of herself
& I liked her
body
& most of all
her hard nipples

well
yes
I must confess
her pussy
had intrigued me
the most

& her voice
southern & sultry

hot hot

like a southern belle's
voice should sound

tabasco sauce
& mint juleps
never sounded
so good

humidity &
sweat
dripping sweat

hot hot

& one day she said
she wanted to come
visit me in
california
where I now lived

and though she
would share my
bed
there would be
no sex

it seems she had
a new boy friend
& that she might be
on her "period"
while visiting
me

but that we could
sleep in the nude
&"cuddle"
if I liked

yes yes
hot hot

& I said
okay

I wasn't afraid
of new boy friends
& blood did not
bother me

not after Nam

yes yes
hot hot

I did not bother
to tell her
that I had also
earned my
"red wings"
while riding
with a motorcycle
club

probably while she
was still in
high school
admiring my art
in that long ago
forgotten
gallery
in new orleans

nor that if she was
on her "period"
that her blood
would simply be
more paint on
the canvas of my
sheets

yes yes
hot hot

we had a very
good visit
& my art
will soon be shown
again
in some long ago
forgotten gallery
in new orleans

& she will never
experience another
"period"
like that time
she came
to visit me in
california

yes yes
hot hot

nor wil I
ever forget
that visit

yes yes
hot hot

but not nearly
humid enough
to suit me.


Originally published in Zygote in My Coffee

'HANOI JANE'

Cunt
is a word
I rarely
use

but when
I think of
jane fonda
I can only
say

treasonous
cunt

sitting in
hanoi
during the
vietnam war

on a nva
anti-aircraft gun
aimed skyward
with a fuckin'
nva helmet on
her brainless
head

like it was a
goddamn
movie set

smiling for the
enemy's cameras

while american
p.o.w.�s
not too far
from her
smiling face
struggled for
survival

hanoi jane
sitting there
on an anti-
aircraft gun
that had possibly
shot down some
of our planes

smiling for
the fucking cameras
like it was just
one more
movie set

jane fonda
hanoi jane

cunt.

'SHE SAID'

she said,
"you don't
love me
any more."

"yes,"
I replied,
"but I don't
love you
any less."

� F.N. Wright

'BUKOWSKI & ME'

like bukowski was
I am a beer
drinking machine

I think I am even
beginning to get
his great white
whale belly

I also like 1800
& jack daniels

crown royal
ain't bad either

also like bukowski
did do fuckin' well
I attract bad women

drunks
junkies
whores

thieving cunts
who will leave you
when someone else
with more money
or lies
to better feed their
addictions & habits
comes along

catholic girls gone bad
& baptist minister's
daughters
are particularly
fond of me

unlike bukowski
I am not
a great poet
but I'm damn good
sometimes

& as long as I can
tread water
the words will
flow.


� F.N. Wright
Reproduced with permission