Tuesday, September 11, 2012

My profile says I am a poet.  This is true.  So I fished this out of 1974 for those who remember him:


Paul Newman is the spirit of a torpedo sandwich,
“Sometimes a Great Notion”.
He oozes Coors, he speaks souptese
and makes the proper impression
on my sanctuary.
A wax paper smile
wraps it uptight
and I am safe again.
(His teeth are calories
to polish up the meal)
And how must
Joanne Woodward feel?

 Addendum: Paul died in 2008

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