Dinner Jacket Poems

THEDINNER JACKET POEMSthe CHANTILCLEER POETJEFF WAYNE-PATRICK RUSSELLJeff Wayne-Patrick Russell aka the Chantilcleer poet starts hisDinner Jacket Poemswith a boyhood visit to his grandmothers apartment in Glendale, CA where hes fascinated by the Knockittttty, knock knocks of woodpeckers pecking on telephone poles in her neighborhood. With yells of silence he takes us on a quest to the streets of Gold where he dreams of a Coliseum in Eternity. The pilgrim does not travel alone. There are desert paths to be sure where a snake slithers past the moon, leaving them both to crawl home to caves and holes. But there are also Happy Hour epiphanies where a margarita dancer shares with him a glimpse of her beauty and moments of sarcastic bliss among friends over a good-beer. There are times the quester needs to be in solitude:And if you want to talk to meFind meIn personMaybe AustraliaThere are times he seeks solidarity with a significant other:ohhhhhhhh Lordyour girllllllllllllllllllllll for meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeWhen shes found and Reeling and rocking as our flame grows higher than others he leads Make our flame last. My favorite poem of his near the end of the book is MEAND DECIBEL TETON...where lying on a stone he drinks from a cactus and with gaze fixed upon a spiraling hawk pleadsHawk, stay long,Hawk, stay longHawk circling,CirclingHawkReturn me to myself. I couldnt agree more.