R. GERRY FABIAN - POEMS

R. Gerry Fabian is a retired English instructor.  He has been publishing poetry since 1972 in various poetry magazines. His web page is https://rgerryfabian.wordpress.com. He is the editor of Raw Dog Press https://rawdogpress.wordpress.com 
His novels, Memphis Masquerade , Getting Lucky (The Story) and Seventh Sense, are available at Smashwords and all other ebook publishers. 
His first book of published poems Parallels is available as an ebook and as a paperback at all major bookstores and on Amazon.as is his second book of published poems, Coming Out Of The Atlantic .
He is currently working on his fourth novel, Ghost Girl.

Melting Into An Autumn Evening
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​This October morning is a flash freeze
to my aging arthritic bones.
I push through the day
as a farther sun makes
a sloppy stab at warmth.
The day is giving in
as we call it quits.
Breaking with all routine,
I go to the store
and buy an “above my means”
bottle of Chardonnay.
 
I am now sitting in my porch rocker
sipping a glass of that Chardonnay.
I never drink during the work week.
Truth be told,
I hardly drink at all, anymore.
The sunset is a glaze of orange and yellow.
Old leaves are falling sporadically.
The warmth of the wine
bonds with the fading light.
 
 
 

Premature Rigor Mortis
​

​I have spent a significant part of my life
on the “wrong side of the road.”
When I was younger working as a public servant,
I was reminded of this repeatedly.
 
There was a “wild” in me that was never quenched.
I could attend a Shakespearean play and recite
the actors lines word for word.
I could also close an after hours bar singing along
verse for verse as the jukebox spun current songs.
 
I could wear a pin striped gray suit
to “back to school” night while explaining
the required rigor that this course demanded.
In a black leather bomber jacket and blue jeans,
I could “gear” my MGB convertible through
twisting curves on the windiest mountain roads.
 
I apologized for none of this then
and do not believe I will do so now.
In my mind, I am just getting started.
 
 
 
 

Acerbic Relations
​

​Just a frugal retired teacher
on a pension who lives
in an old “fixer upper “ home
in a small PA town.
 
Looking down long noses,
The BMW McMansion sect
offer a stiff wave
when I walk my spaniel
past their Latino manicured lawns.
 
I acquiesces to their condescension.
Old t-shirt blue jean man
wearing a white no logo baseball cap
who
a long time ago
bought shares of Apple at $6.56.
And I bought a lot of them.