Gerald Sarnat

Autumn Falls Surreally

 

 

Surreally Pobiz  

 

On Oct 26, 2018

at 1:25 PM, DarkAngel wrote:

Evil One, no thanks.

We’ve gotten out of the habit

of publishing CEOs

who happily lists a Soldier Art

‘zine not realizing

this is a Progressive journal.

 

On Oct 26, 2018

at 1:41 PM, GerardSarnat wrote:

Should you care

to dig deeper, that Military Mag

published a Nam

war resistor poem and I was CEO

of not-for-profit

organizations serving the Homeless. 

 

 

Spirited Away: Old Folks’ Play-Dohoid Get-Go

 

Backhoe heave-ho peepshow

opium, heroin, Oxycodone

--except for those perfecto

post-op Fentanyl glowing

whorled star Van Goghs

 

narcotics’re so odious

every damn polluting

conceivable modality

including their woes

of cemented colons.

 

 

Judas Denial

-- on the November 11th hundredth anniversary

of the end of World War I

 

Born during The

Great War to end all,

Fred was part of God’s

Greatest Generation, doing

one part at Dunkirk after which

he tended job, daughters, garden

where may he now rest in peace…

 

A twin brother, Jack, my Daddy’s

best friend, also made it back but since

no children were in his future, by default  

or perhaps love, I got Lugers maybe taken

off dead Germans -- although arrogant son

of a bitch, this Vietnam protestor Gesundheit

Sarnatzsky refused heartfelt gifts three times.

 

 

More Zen Dementia Dance Cards Are Used Than Kabuki Bonsai Bingo.

 

This good old boy once right as rain, my brain’s slowly flooded with amyloid.

Terms & haiku conditions apply while I am still mostly able to eat solid sushi.

On the basis of manalytics, our dearest family considers its values + interests.

One pulls a patented Misery Porn Index from her laminated pocket protector.

Giddy grandsons avoid Gramp’s score but then report back to those gathered.

Behavior devolution: attractive nuisance to too malign toward kamikaze. Oy.

 

 

Doors To Der Stürmer’s Hitler D'oh!

-- thanks to Sacha Baron Cohen and The Simpsons

on November 2018’s hundredth anniversary of World War I

 

Dancehall mechanical bulls

do the nasty with anti-Semites

who raise both hands while mewling

something about, Throw that damn Jew

down our oil wells; while surly bartenders

invoke Krusty The Clown (a.k.a. Herschel

Shmoikel Pinchas Yerucham Krustofsky)

as jukeboxes whine out soul songs full

of pedal-jack boot guitar and Homer

cries into his beer about answering

one game show question wrong

regards North Dakota’s capital.

Gerard Sarnat is a physician who’s built/staffed homeless clinics as well as a Stanford professor/healthcare CEO. Gerry’s been married since 1969 with three kids plus four grandkids and more on the way. His work has appeared in DM, Gargoyle, Main Street Rag, New Delta Review, MiPOesias, Blue Mountain Review, Canary Eco, Military Experience and the Arts, Brooklyn Review, San Francisco Magazine, and Los Angeles Review. His collections include: Homeless Chronicles (2010), Disputes (2012), 17s (2014), and Melting the Ice King (2016). gerardsarnat.com