Clark Samson turns seventy
John Clare Stokes
The Southern Exposure volunteer stylist clipped
his side locks for his 70th birthday party
Telling him how young he looks
Reminding her of the Clark Samson
her grandmother knew in the seventies
Who once she said swooned the ladies
Lately paying for all the toppling
Leaving the once strong arns krypton weak
the igniting of foxy fires a dim glowing
kept going on the long regime of prescription
filling
Such were the travails one endures for Delilah Louise
Pestering him daily lazing about in the faded
suit of Royal and Red saying to Clark,
“Outside lurk the Philistine Witnesses, with
lustful intent upon your Delilah Louise, coming
to crop your side locks!” “You better find some jawbone!”
“Now make a wish and blow out your candles!”
Taking a deep breath and...
Seeing the Philistines...pressing on the call button...
pleading for someone to please bring his walker...
so Clark can amble down the long corridor, out the alarmed door, to the smooth granite columns,
to make his Delilah Louise proud of him.
“These Kingdom walls shall fall! The foxes with their flaming tails shall burn the crops!”
“I see the flames before me!”
Mr Samson, Mr Samson, wake up!
Spitting and gasping for breath, smoke rising,
soon the alarm to trip, not one Philistine in the room, reality and dream as one dream of reality.
Gathered about the bed his lovely Delilah Louise
and the Good Samaritan staff singing,
Happy Birthday Clark Samson, happy birthday to you! The cake was chocolate, the ice cream
butter pecan, the food of gods and super heroes
and Clark Wayne Samson on this 70th birthday!
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