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Halloween by Stephen Barile

Halloween night,Primo closed the pocket doorsTo the dining roomFor a game of Pinocle    To continue between he,His chum Eskimo Ed & me.“Have a little trick-and-meld.”The ashtray spilled over:Hand-rolled cannabis stogies,Half-smoked roachesThey were passing to each other,Across the table to me.Pinocle was confusing already.48 cards, tricks & melds,Marriages & flushes, bidding. They both seemed to knowThe cards I held in my hand,Kept telling meWhich cards to play … Continue reading Halloween by Stephen Barile

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Elzebub by Stephen Barile

1. He was a “hard-driving hillbilly,”a rock-a-billy catin a country-western band.He could play any instrument,fiddle, guitar, mandolin,mainly, the electric steel guitar.A demon on the strings;they called him Elzebub,after the philistine god.With dimples, black hairand a silver tooth,teen heartthrob good looks,he wore a white t-shirt,the sleeves and cuffsof his blue jeans, rolled up,over black cowboy boots. He came from a family band,older sisters, Mary, on fiddle,Lollie, … Continue reading Elzebub by Stephen Barile

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Hollywood Memorabilia Show by Stephen Barile

We went to the Blossom BallroomAt the Roosevelt Hotel in old Hollywood,For the Hollywood Memorabilia Show. Charles, and his associate Dave,Peddling movie star signaturesOn old film contracts,In a room of folding tables,Booths with minor celebrities. Traders buying and sellingCollectibles; autographs, books,Lobby cards, movie posters, photos,With old movie stars attending. At one stall, on folding chairs,Two Hollywood Indian actors.Older versions of themselves, Iron Eyes Cody, the … Continue reading Hollywood Memorabilia Show by Stephen Barile

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Eating Reds & Drinking Beer by Stephen Barile

I came home to learnMy collaborator from high school,Bob, was strung-out on “reds.”What I mean to say,He was addicted to Seconal.“Reds,” “red devils,” “red dillies,” Sleeping pills.Five, 100 milligram,Lilly F-40s capsules,Red/orange colored, bullet-shaped Pulvules, every day.The same pills with alcoholKilled Marilyn Monroe.I couldn’t judge himFor his drug addictionUnless I tried it,Took the drug myself.The stuff was easy to obtainAlmost anywhere in town,Even the chief of policeWas … Continue reading Eating Reds & Drinking Beer by Stephen Barile

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