The Double-o Poem, or
All in a Woodpecker's Afternoon



Crooked doors, stools, brooms, a poor-looking roof,
a gloomy sloop, even its moorings, a cook's boots,
a poodle's pooper-scooper, a groom's Zoot suit and
even the bloody root of his floozy's toothache. Next
the sooty books that the rookie hoodlums boosted from
school, and then, of course, their bedroom floorboards.
All this: our woodpecker's booty. There was even proof

in their footballs and pool cues. But, just after our culprit
tooled and toodle-oo'd through all that stood aloof in the
cool, in roosts and in zoos, in loopholes and in hoodoos,
even in the spooky oomph of the moon abloom with oodles
of moola and goodies and mood, yes, after goofing around
the woolgathering of this here boondoggle, this foolery, a
loose, smooth ooze of doodlebugs flooded in, boozing up

all the woodpecker's grooves. Too
bad it flew away so soon.












Paul Siegell's most recent acceptances live at Kulture Vulture, OTOLITHS and Moria, with forthcomers to hit SAWBUCK, Shampoo, and the 2008 Anthology of Younger Poets. His manuscripts, jambandbootleg and Poemergency Room, are currently calling out, "Whooo's got my publisher?" while strolling a concert parking lot with their pointer fingers lifted. Paul's poetry blog, ReVeLeR @ eYeLeVeL, has also been named Jambands.com June Fan Site of the Month.






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