THEDINNER JACKET POEMS

the CHANTILCLEER POET

JEFF WAYNE-PATRICK RUSSELL

Jeff Wayne-Patrick Russell aka the Chantilcleer poet starts his Dinner Jacket Poems with a boyhood visit to his grandmother's apartment in Glendale, CA where he's 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 me
Find me
In person
Maybe Australia

There are times he seeks solidarity with a significant other: ohhhhhhhh Lord
your girllllllllllllllllllllll for meeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee

When she's 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 pleads:

Hawk, stay long,
Hawk, stay long
Hawk circling,
Circling
Hawk
Return me to myself.

I couldn't agree more.