And I saw today with some surprise
How beauty is the cosmic currency,
A universal tender, that will valet park me
Near the main entrance of a higher consciousness,
That swings open doors wide
And buys Sunday brunch at 10:00 a.m.
At outdoor cafés opposite the beach,
Under a Catalina sky of blue silk,
Draped like a canopy over the green sea.

And I have come to know well
That some lessons are best learned slow,
The result of repeated study.
I have worked long like a dullard,
Drilled each detail into memory as an imbecile
And trained my eye on each liquid movement,
Graceful and poised, of bare arm and naked thigh,
How the mere hint of a wiggle in the ass
Is like a wad of cold hard cash.

  Doug Tanoury

DOUG TANOURY is primarily a poet of the Internet with the majority of his work never leaving electronic form.  His verse can be read at electronic magazines and journals across the world. The greatest influence on Doug's work was his 7th grade poetry anthology from Sister Debra's English class: Reflections On A Gift Of Watermelon Pickle And Other Modern Verse (Stephen Dunning, Edward Lueders and Hugh Smith, ©1966 by Scott Foresman & Company). He still keeps a copy of it at his writing desk.