dumb bastard by Gary Orphey


dumb bastard

His name was Jim
he was a man
who only wanted one thing in life
his woman
she was a tramp
a good looking one, but a tramp

like a jockey
she put on her silks
saddling him up
whenever she was bored
or in trouble

she was always one or the other

to avoid losing the race
he euthanized himself with a .357
she rode him hard
and put him up dead

all he ever wanted was his woman

dumb bastard

photoGary Orphey about Gary Orphey. I am unpublished and as for a bio, there is little to say. An ex Air Force, circa early 1960’s, a laborer, another niche found much later in life in the arts. Artist,(Abstract and traditional) Illustrator, Designer, Now a poet/ latent songwriter, ‘The Texas Dog Poet’ as I like to call myself. I read the beat poets early on. When I was fourteen (1956) I read ‘On the Road’, and ‘Howl’ and I was never the same. Poetry chased me down and so here I am. Here is what I have to say regarding me.: “I am a runaway under the Southern Cross, a stranger in a group of strangers, a dreamer of great, relentless dreams that seem to take over my head like the stars take over the sky at night. I traveled this country not for the call of the towns and the cities that lie on their pathways. Nor the rivers that wind along side them, or even of the mountains that birthed the rivers. I am restless because I know life is out there somewhere and I have to live it.” I sometimes write under the name of Jocko James (Hence the email moniker) as well as my own.

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