It's an amazing day to share the work of someone I find highly talented. It is with great fanfare I share with you, on the Jimmy Broccoli page and website, the poetry of wordsmith Gary Maxwell!
Gary is a top-notch poet and his work fascinates me - and he's an all-around nice guy too! His collection of poems, "Hell Yes! Hell No!" contains exceptional verse - and he sent me an autographed copy - so I keep it on my mantle (on display) in my living room - along with other important items I treasure.
Gary in his own words:
Gary D. Maxwell is a poet currently residing north of Boston. After shoveling roadkill on the Information Superhighway for forty years, Gary now devotes his time to writing.
Here are two poems by Gary Maxwell - and I'm certain you'll love them as much as I do! ______________
Two scoops blue cheese. One of Russian dressing. Eyes could still see stars. Those days of wonder when a boy could still get Russian dressing, and a strangers' smile could bring the thunder. The hunger held you open. You were sure that love was just another set of locks upstream, and if the waiting were endured - a single tick of time left on the clock - the end could justify the twisted plot that never seemed to lead you anywhere. Now others dream their stories, you cannot. The tree of time is stripped, its limbs laid bare. You laugh at that to which the boy was drawn. Now even Russian dressing hopes are gone. ______________
I love the bright orange traffic cone Your love has brought me! Sitting in my sitting room - the place of honor! There's no way I'd shove such beauty out to beautify my tomb! Ah yes! My tomb - where nineteen-fifties brown sag sofas soon became the gateway drug to nineteen-sixties avocado. Drown flies float in a smiley coffee mug. I fall out of my bean-bag chair of sorrows' reruns, caught up in despair's shag carpet, lost forever in that field unharrowed, amid the unclaimed freight of joy's tomorrows. Hell yes it stays! The rest goes out the door! I always loathed this lonely hearts' décor!