The Poetry of Dan Abernathy

Dan Abernathy is an unruly, eccentric Quasi Spiritual Warrior. This Renaissance man is known as an outlaw poet, artist and purveyor of words, a junkyard philosopher, and a vagabond searching for a pure hedonistic meaning for his of life. His voice, be it in his words or in his art, is a collection of oddities, fascinations, desires and obsessions – a road map of sorts, tracking the life of a man that can’t and won’t fit in.

“His poems are a bit like a well fingered bowl of mixed treats in a dark bar - filled with some salty Charles Bukowski, some chewy Hunter S. Thompson, and a little zap-a-hooty sweetness ala Dr. Seuss (tossed in just for the kiddies...er, ah, not that I'd recommend this one for any mother's son."

           - David Vaughan, an artist, writer from the Pacific Northwest coast.

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This Selection of Poems are from

Morning Sex & Pancakes

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Morning Sex and Pancakes

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Morning Sex and Pancakes is the second Limited Edition Chapbook in an edition of 333. My Mind Has Forgotten to Age was the first in the unnumbered series categorized as: Chronologies, Excerpts, Fragments and Reflections, From The Art Journals of Dan Abernathy. Each poem is documented in the Chapbooks after the conception of them in my journals.

Morning Sex and Pancakes

As for me,

well…

for me

I tired of …

A long time ago,

tight fitting clothes,

rudeness,

responsibility,

socks and underwear,

but I still irreversibly enjoy

strong coffee,

morning sex

and pancakes.

Chickens – Turkeys and T-shirts

There are chickens on the roof,

while some are on the table.

They are slowly high stepping,

while at the same time,

bobbing their heads and

pecking at empty corncobs,

which are tossed without care

amidst the empty plates.

 

There is a turkey standing still,

with menacing eyes

peering out the screen door,

a door that is broken,

fractured at each corner

and has no screen.

My father is disgusted.

Continued

I see a young girl

with new budding breasts

slightly revealed

beneath her brothers’

torn, dirty and once white T-shirt.

 

There is a far off

distant beat of dance music

pounding in my ear,

I’m 13 years old

and I do not want to die

without meeting a kiss.

 

So kiss me,

kiss me with your mouth wide open

and your eyes closed shut,

just as I have seen my sister do

when she thought I wasn’t there.

This Selection of Poems are from

My Mind Has Forgotten to Age

My Mind Has Forgotten to Age

My mind has forgotten to age

as I have lived my life

within the continuation of avoidance

towards living in default.

Default is what was easy,

but never what felt alive.

From within my journals I look back,

finding the broken pieces of yesterday.

The sights, thoughts and recollections,

now allocated to was.

Turning each page,

I seek a sanctuary of where I’ve been,

longing to find the place to rest

the glove of being

while who I am walks on.

There is no room

where my family rests,

miscalculation and migration

have filled the family plots.

I think about my finial moment,

feeling misplaced and somewhat lost,

as I do not know

where my tombstone goes.

A Portal to Nowhere

I sit in an old

smoothly worn, uneven chair,

crafted from a type of unknown wood.

Relaxed in the heat of shade

drinking warm Victoria Beer

and warmer Flor de Cana rum.

Across the murky street

I watch a faded red door,

a door with no sign, is open.

A portal to nowhere

but a brief release of what is.

I watch men walk in,

greeted by girls with no smiles.

As one walks in,

one walks out,

combing his sleek black hair.

I wonder

why they never comb their hair

when they walk in.

 

 

Chapbook

My Mind Has Forgotten to Age

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My Mind Has Forgotten to Age, is the first Limited Edition, 333 signed and numbered, Chapbook in an unnumbered series categorized as, Chronologies – Excerpts – Fragments – Reflections, From The Journals of Dan Abernathy. Each of the 23 poems were documented after conception, in my journals as will as the drawings. The 13, drawings you will see are also, excerpts and fragment of a completed larger drawing. I have chosen to present them to you in this fashion, to leave a slight grain of mystical wonderment for the future.

This Selection of Poems are from

I Don’t Shave on Sundays

A Gift

Each word I write

is a self inflected wound.

A slash

with a sharp knife,

a hiss

with a gleaming sword,

a 45

stuck in my mouth

with little fear of pulling the trigger.

I write,

I reveal,

I speak

so the knives and guns

stay in the closet.

Each word I write

cuts into the person I am

releasing who I am

and I smile

so each word is a gift,

even if those receiving them

think they are insanity.

Hunter S. Thompson

I never knew Hunter S. Thompson,

But my girlfriend did.

When she lived in Aspen

they got high together.

She tells me he was pathetically funny,

hugely intelligent, amazingly crazy

and had more books in his kitchen

then she had ever seen before.

I wish that I had known her

when she knew Hunter S. Thompson.

Then I would have been able write something

about knowing this gonzo writer myself.

Knowing her,

is as close to knowing Hunter S Thompson

as I will ever get.

He is gone now,

for reasons that only Hunter S Thompson

will ever know.

 

A book of Poetry

I Don’t Shave on Sundays

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Ambling through life with little regard for what society may say is normal ... Dan Abernathy is back with another collection of anti-conformist sentiments in true outlaw-poet fashion. I Don’t Shave on Sundays is a unique book of poems, salted with savory photographs from his worldly travels. Much like his previous work, Looking For Security While Wearing A Loin Cloth, Abernathy continues his strange, yet intriguing dialogue on life, love and the quest for truth in all things. This collection of poems and photographs adds a new perspective into the realm of an anti-conformist that shows great expression with life, while continuing a strange and intriguing correspondence with his readers showing what pours forth from his creative mind of intrigue. As your fingers turn the pages you can feel his touch has been there, and know that as you read his words, they flow from his heart, revealing more used, but untarnished life from an outlaw poet.

This Selection of Poems are from

Looking For Security While Wearing A Loincloth

Sex, Cats, Dogs and Wonder
When you are having sex,
when you are making love,
when you are fucking
and there is a dog in the room watching,
does it know what you are doing?
I also wonder why cats leave the room
when people fuck.

Crows, Ravens and Magpies

I went by a cemetery

the other day.

 It was a crisp,

cloudy fall day with vibrant,

but subdued colors everywhere.

The cemetery was full of crows,

ravens and magpies.

They were jumping on,

and frolicking all around the headstones.

 I thought for a moment

about all the crows, ravens and magpies

I have seen dancing

on the bloated carcass of dead animals.

I had an eerie,

uncomfortable feeling come about me.

When I die,

I think I'll be cremated

and scattered to the winds.

I don't want crows, ravens and magpies

dancing on my head.

Let Me Tremble
Let me hold,

see and feel

all that is beautiful.
Let me know

people are good

and not only living for themselves.
Let me know,

want and keep

love and compassion.
Let me pass onto others

a few moments of joy.
Let me give my children

a road map to what is pure.
Let me help all that I meet

tremble with life.
Let me live in this way,

and I will tremble with life.

A Book of Poetry

Looking For Security While Wearing a Loincloth

The Nonsensical Poetry of Dan Abernathy

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The time has come for, the “words” as author Dan Abernathy refers to them, to explode in a startling book of poetry. With over 100 pages of Nonsensical writing you will be sure and get a glimpse into the state of his chaos and confusion. Abernathy is known for his writing, poetry, art, photography and as a vagabond who walks in dreams of a pure, hedonistic life, with some of the most illogical views and inspirations seen, or heard. He has spent a lifetime in development of his own unconventional, individual and eccentric persona and is now releasing it in words. Read these poems and wonder what he looks at and sees to derive inspiration from. Things that most people would pass by, and some he ought to have his self, have inspired the whimsical and unfocused mind of this unfashionable individual.