Jeffrey Zable has published poetry and prose in a few hundred magazines including New York Quarterly, Mudfish, Wormwood Review, Fox Cry, Krax, Contemporary American Satire, etc. Have published five chapbooks, including Zable’s Fables with an introduction by the late great Beat poet Harold Norse.
L’EFANT TERRIBLE AT
THE CHILD PSYCHOLOGIST’S
we played checkers
while my mother
she’s ask about
my father’s penis
had I ever seen it
did I ever think
mine was bigger
no I should have said
but watch this:
Mary walked through the door, knocked her lover to the floor, and began sucking his dick. “I want you to be my slave. . . again!” she said. “You must always be available for me and never look at another woman although I will certainly give blowjobs and Greek style fuckings to every Tom, Rick, and Irving who comes my way.” And when her lover tried to raise himself– she not knowing that all he wanted to do was go to the bathroom– she pulled out a derringer from her stocking and fired the single bullet into his skull. The body was found along with the others, but still Mary is at large some six months later.
1. This story is mainly about
O a woman named Mary.
O a man named Irving who has
a Ph.D from Harvard University.
O a man identified as “lover”
who has bladder problems.
2. Mary is the kind of woman who is
O kind and sympathetic
O a social climber
O horny and egoistic
3. In the story the word “available” means
4. The best title for this story would be
O Mary and Her Lover’s Adventure
O Sabotage, A Sign of the Times
O When Love Comes Knocking
THE GUY OVER MY BEDROOM
You heard him most clearly when he was having a fight
with his girlfriend over the telephone. He’d start with
expressions like no, no, no, no, no! that would escalate
to, God damn it you’re not listening to me; you never
listen to me! And finally, how can you do this to me,
you bitch! And by this point he’d be crying and storming
around the room.
Then after she’d hung up on him he’d slam down the
receiver. You knew this happened because a minute later
you’d hear him scream, how dare you hang up on me!
I’ve given you seven years of my God damned life; how
can you be so cruel! And finally he’d end with, I’ll see you
at the airport at four; please, please, don’t be late!
Sometimes these bouts would go on for almost an hour;
most interesting given that his roommate, who’s a friend
of mine, told me that this maniac actually spent five years
living and meditating in some Buddhist colony in Tibet.
Just goes to show you how the most enlightened of us
get caught when a woman is at stake.
AFTER I GOT MY Ph.D.
After I got my Ph.D. in Surrealistic Thinking I got a job
in a corporation.
The very first day I put piranhas in the water cooler
and bearshit in the microwave.
I wrote my first report from ending to beginning and
and gave it to my boss with the following signature:
“From Dali with love.”
Then I barged into a board meeting screaming that
the toilet paper had lipstick all over it, and if the woman
wasn’t fired I’d wipe my ass with her face.
As no one responded, I started to fire off a list of demands,
the first of which called for hiring a dwarf secretary with
48 inch breasts and three-tone hair streaming down her ass.
Still no response, I pulled out some pliers and grabbed
the chairman by his prick.
“I’ll keep on squeezing until you bring me a nose plug
with a salamander sandwich!” I said to the others.
They knew I meant business. . .
Sex whenever you want it
with beautiful Southern California blonds
with sparkling blue eyes and bronze skin.
Smoke and drink to your heart’s content
without any repercussions.
Entertainment by Tito Puente, Mongo Santamaria,
Ray Barretto, Willie Colon, and Cal Tjader,
all in their prime.
Eat steaks, ribs, ice cream, and chocolate
and never gain a pound.
Always be accepted for whoever you are,
no matter how obnoxious you become.
Choose your favorite age and stay that way.
This is the party that’s 24/7. . .
and lasts an eternity.
RESPONSE TO A FRIEND’S POETRY
Reading your poetry makes me want to eat and sleep
in a henhouse. Each poem is its own world where
bubble boys hang upside down and sing marching
songs that no body has thought of since the 20’s–
not since the troops returned with cases of clap
that were treated by cutting off the prick at the root.
You could be on your way to fame and a job outdoors
posting up billboards that read, “My poetry is for
anyone who would lick a porcupine’s ass and fornicate
with a mannequin.” You have something that hasn’t
been felt in a long, long time. . .
THE SACRED PROSTITUTE
She was one of those people who had
done everything and been everywhere.
I listened to her stories of living in
Afghanistan, India, Turkey, Burma and
Thailand: Smuggling drugs and precious
jewels, living the high life as the wealthy
It’s all a part of the Buddhist philosophy,
she said with a smile— live for the moment
and accept where you are.
Feeling humble in her presence, I thanked
her for a good time and wished her the best.
She was worth every dollar.