W.S. Di Piero Is the Hundred Thousand Dollar Poet From South Philly

The poet was nationally recognized for a lifetime's worth of writings.

By Kathleen Volk Miller
Add Comment Add Comment | Comments: 3 | Posted Jun. 27, 2012

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The navy wanted volunteers,

so I went to rescue guys in Alaska,

we went far out, brought them back, you bet,

ropes, pack ice, axes, what have you.

My hands got frostbit, sliced like bacon.

I don’t have to feel to carry things but Doc

was giving up, on the toilet, and man

has a dignity, you’d think, and he squirmed

like a loose hose, an eel, so, sorry I yelled,

I didn’t know it was your first day standing.

Sammy digs you, says you looked funny,

not ha-ha but like a picture that’s crooked,

leaning on the wall the way you did.

“Help! Here!” I’m sorry, it cracked me up.

Doc was gone anyway. You wanted to run

and gather a posse for sure. Here! Here!

You’ll get your legs back someday, maybe.

That’s just me talking. I’d bet on it, though.

Samantha

I call you my boy toy,

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1. Margaret Motheral said... on Jun 27, 2012 at 04:23PM

“Congrats. That is super cool.”

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2. g emil reutter said... on Jun 28, 2012 at 06:07AM

“good news! Congrats to Di Piero”

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3. Kelly Cherry said... on Jun 28, 2012 at 08:07PM

“I am very pleased to see that De Piero's work has been recognized.”

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