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'Gran Torino and Mustang Men'
note:obvious inspiration, perhaps, came from my initial response to the movie 'Gran Torino,' and then my reflections upon the +'s and -'s of these days from my youth. like all reflections, and all else, they're only lived out in the present. timothy
'Gran Torino and Mustang Men' timothy r gates, 6/11/2009

talk like men,
bs and more of the same
but still, men
love their bs
cars, verbosity's redundancy
(Gran Torino and Mustang Men,
follow-up to flat-head eight talk,
chopped hogs, and muscle cars,
all just for fun bs ran free)
talk that shit
spread that shit
'it's all good,'
some would say of this
shit
these racists
were
my uncles, my grandfathers, my dad
called each other
hunkies, niggers, wops, spics, micks, gooks,
thought nothing of saying
(all of these used this too!),
'don't let that ah jew you down!'
now mess with their kids,
that's another story,
they might beat your ass,
but strangers,
never stayed beyond
a couple of hours.
These
hunkies, niggers, wops, spics, micks, gooks,
and jews
gave the man
with his red wagon
a swift kick.
Never saw him
again.


'Gran Torino and Mustang Men II' timothy r gates, 6/11/2009


Egalitarians of our day,
don't have the time
to call you pejoratives
face-to-face.
Don't have the sense
to chase a pedophile
out of the neighborhood.
Don't have the energy
to share their block party
food.
These eco-socio-pathological-careerists
do have the time
for our children's
newest game system.
Do have the same
for a two hour movie
about men talking men shit
(Gran Torino and Mustang Men,
few left with the gonads
to do more than merely
talk shit.)