Dish Work - a poem
Dish Work
at Columbia Hills Country Club, 1986
Geri was a waitress
served me a stiff drink called a screaming orgasm
vodka, Irish creme, amaretto and coffee liqueur
While soaked in steam from the dishwashing machine
I scrubbed dried hollandaise sauce
from some would-be PGA star's lunch plate
and waited for our lunch break
in the basement storeroom where we'd covertly
wash down the day's eggs Benedict with another
But this time no screaming
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at Columbia Hills Country Club, 1986
Geri was a waitress
served me a stiff drink called a screaming orgasm
vodka, Irish creme, amaretto and coffee liqueur
While soaked in steam from the dishwashing machine
I scrubbed dried hollandaise sauce
from some would-be PGA star's lunch plate
and waited for our lunch break
in the basement storeroom where we'd covertly
wash down the day's eggs Benedict with another
But this time no screaming
Posted by Jesus Crisis at 2/6/2010 11:56 AM 
Categories: Poetry by JC
Tags: Columbia Hills Columbia Station Jesus Crisis
Categories: Poetry by JC
Tags: Columbia Hills Columbia Station Jesus Crisis
I just revised it slightly.
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...and got rid of the superfluous line "beneath the kitchen"
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A nice snapshot from your youth. You have the gift of capturing moments this way. I imagine that going through old poems is not unlike going through old letters or photographs.
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Thank you, Tara! I'm still thinking about tinkering with this a bit.
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Coool!!
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Even without ice cubes?
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Atomic cocktails don't need ice. Just one sip and you don't need any more.
Slim got it right! lol
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So Slim was not a cubist? And does that make Picasso wrong?
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No, he didn't do cubes. But one atomic cocktail and you look like a Picasso with three eyes and two noses and a flat foot floogie with a floy floy. Oh boy!! Vroom and zoom...eloquently orgiastic and orgasmic.
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thru a glass darkly
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"but then face to face"
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