Call Me Maurice

Call me a space cowboy. Call me Maurice.

No dedicated follower of fashion -- shorts, flip flops, a Hurricane fleece.

And don’t call me meathead -- please.

Coach said I was a pro -- Provelone, like the cheese.

In the registration building -- where they keep the books.

Art is never as easy as it looks.                                                                

Well read and well rested,

We always knew we would be tested!

Cream cheese on a bagel lightly toasted,

“Another day another A” -- You always boasted.

Paperback books, rubber cement and wind chimes,

It was the worst and the very best of times.

Frugal, fun seekers hitch hiking to Key West.

Chopper hears about your motorcycle -- He is not impressed.

Drawing a landscape, still life bowl of fruit or full frontal breast.

Gauntlets, metaphors, ironies in jest.

The Loch Ness Monster seen or not seen,

A duck, a dog, a boat, a machine.

Busted into a Red Road rental -- broke the Madonna.

Devil Dog swims -- not a fish called Wanda.

Salvador Dali paintings in a Cleveland injection molding plant.  

Picasso, Gustav Klimt, Warhol not among those who say I can’t.  

So its Head Shoulders Knees and Toes.

Kafka-esque. Quintessentially Drimer. So it goes.

Happy Birthday Dave Drimer July 2015.