Saturday, December 04, 2010

Best and Worst: Portsmouth Ohio (Poem)

                            
             
“It’s the city of the toppled steeple . . .”






                                             
















The Best and Worst:
  Portsmouth, Ohio 


                                   I
It’s the best of cities,
It’s the worst of cities;

It’s the city of great price,
It’s the city of great vice;

It’s the city of piety,
It’s the city of notoriety;

It’s the city of the punctual,
It’s the city of the dysfunctional;

It’s the city of concerned citizens,
It’s the city of sleazy politicians;

It’s the city of blunt bloggers,
It’s the city of pettifoggers;

It’s the city of meisters,
It’s the city of shysters;

It’s the city of roots,
It’s the city of brutes;

It’s the city of floodwalls,
It’s the city of pitfalls;

It’s the city of antique shops,
It’s the city of chop shops;

It’s the city of old coots,
It’s the city of young prostitutes.

It’s the city of work,
It’s the city of pork;

It’s the city of on-the-go,
It’s the city of who-you-know;

It’s the city of blue skies,
It’s the city of meth highs;

It’s the city of the squeaky clean,
It’s the city of the obscene;

It’s the city of hospitals,
It’s the city of pill mills;

It’s the city of aspirin,
It’s the city of Oxycontin;

It’s the city of hope,
It’s the city of dope;

It’s the city of new schools,
It’s the city of old fools;

It’s the city of the state university,
It’s the city of the learning disability;

It’s the city of every kid passes,
It’s the city of remedial classes;

It’s the city of the orotund and emphatical,
It’s the city of the unspeakably ungrammatical;

It’s the city of drawers and hewers,
It’s the city of backed-up sewers;

It’s the city of live wires,
It’s the city of suspicious fires;

It’s the city of the opera singer,
It’s the city of giving the finger;

It’s the city of Christian and Jew,
It’s the city of Klan residue;

It’s the city of Scottie’s potties,
It’s the city of Mearan’s hotties;

It’s the city of lights at corners,
It’s the city of J. Edgar Horners;

It’s the city of the dedicated teacher,
It’s the city of the adulterous preacher;

It’s the city of upright people,
It’s the city of the toppled steeple;

It’s the city of the crucifix,
It’s the city of the cocaine fix;

It’s the city of the father’s dereliction,
It’s the city of the son’s addiction;

It’s the city of ubiquitous karaoke,
It’s the city of kin in the pokey;

It’s the city of Meals on Wheels,
It’s the city of drug deals;

It’s the city of whites and blacks,
It’s the city of mansions and shacks;

It’s the city of Main Street and the Hill,
It’s the city of the toxic fill.
                             II
It’s the city of the river breeze,
It’s the city of radioactive retirees;

It’s the city of the humble soul,
It’s the city of the doughnut hole;

It’s the city of exercise classes,
It’s the city of fat asses;

It’s the city of Kinneys and Massies,
It’s the city of sassy lassies;

It’s the city of the Welcome Center, to greet you,
It’s the city of estate planners, to cheat you;

It’s the city of real meeting halls,
It’s the city of imaginary malls;

It’s the city of Clayton’s tools,
It’s the city of Mearan’s mules;

It’s the city of Kalb gone to pot,
It’s the city of Bihl, who got caught;

It’s the city of Hospice,
It’s the city of injustice;

It’s the city of Pampered Pets,
It’s the city of lapdog vets;

It’s the city of the opportune knock,
It’s the city of the pilfered rock;

It’s the city of those that can,
It’s the city of the Ku Klutz Klan;

It’s the city of art galleries starting,
It’s the city of prohibited farting;

It’s the city of “I am what I am,”
It’s the city of the Marting Scam;

It’s the city of medical healers,
It’s the city of wheeler dealers;

It’s the city of preacher and parson,
It’s the city of incest and arson;

It’s the city of priest and minister,
It’s the city of lawyers who’re sinister;

It’s the city of winks and nudges,
It’s the city of venal judges;

It’s the city of prosperity,
It’s the city of poverty.

                             III
It’s the city of honorable pursuits,
It’s the city of crooks in suits;

It’s the city of flood wall murals,
It’s the city of pork-lined urinals;

It’s the city of Southern hospitality,
It’s the city of redneck hostility;

It’s the city of he who has, gets,
It’s the city of he who hasn’t, bets;

It’s the city of food stamps and the lottery;
It’s the city of Bashams and besottery;

It’s the city of plenty, the city of need,
It’s the city of generosity, the city of greed;

It’s the city of speaking in tongues,
It’s the city of smokers’ lungs;

It’s the city of bikers collecting for toys,
It’s the city of bikers making noise;

It’s the city of victory torches,
It’s the city of sagging porches;

It’s the city of dreams,
It’s the city of schemes;

It’s the city of American do-and-dare,
It’s the city of the American nightmare;

It’s the city of “O say can you see,”
It’s the city of the SOGP;

It’s the city of shoes and shoelaces,
It’s the city of heels in high places;

It’s the city of vegetarian fruits,
It’s the city of councilmen in cahoots;

It’s the city of the Golden Rule,
It’s the city of (ugh!) Home Rule;

It’s the city of “Drive Slow! What’s your hurry?”
It’s the city of bashing Mayor Murray;

It’s the city of churches and chimes,
It’s the city of the lying Times;

It’s the city of spring and fall,
It’s the city of recall, recall, recall;

It’s the city of the blessed and cursed,
It’s the city of the best and worst.


Robert Forrey, 2010