Quincy Lehr
Quincy R. Lehr was born in Zimbabwe in 1753 to five priests, all of whom were named Jose Allajova. Somehow, he is also from Oklahoma. He went to university and has a job. His most recent books are The Dark Lord of the Tiki Bar (2015) and Near Hits and Lost Classics (2021), a selection of poems from his early works. He is a butt-scratching idiot, but his poems are good.


DR. HUXTABLE'S ROOFIE LAB

Beware the smiles of kind old men,
the brownstone flipped and paid in cash,
the "Yes we can!" yelled yet again,
the winners of the market crash.
 

Beware the bleach smell on the walls,
the Google search you never make.
Beware the cars at shopping malls,
the shale oil and the minor quake.
 

Beware the quivering gelatin,
the sugar added to the mix,
the star who says you're deep in sin,
the oft-suggested bootstrap fix
 

supposed to lift that rips your shoes
and leaves you prone and on your knees.
Beware the calls to "pay your dues."
Beware the birds, beware the bees.
 

Beware the laughter that seems taped...
or spliced... or maybe double-tracked.
Beware the well-heeled neighbor aped
by arrivistes, the joke that's cracked
 

by doctors bearing baby boys,
by fathers checking up on girls.
Beware the grown man with his toys.
Beware the way the cocktail swirls,


keeping the powder thinly spread,
the tang of medicine suppressed.
Beware the lightness in your head.
Beware his smile when he's undressed.

 






 2022 Quincy Lehr
Quincy Lehr was a Featured Poet at the April 2022 Second Sunday Poetry Series