The Best Exotic Mongolian Beanie

What sort of wuss wears a beanie around the house?

It’s not Outer Mongolia for f**’s sake

But it looks exotic and it’s warm and woolly.

A tower of a hat from Ulaanbaatar, the trader told me. A beanie fit for Genghis Khan.

I could see him storming through the steppes wearing it proudly like a crown,

I had to have it with its burnished reds and browns and black leopard spots.

But I look a proper Charlie wearing it in the mall or library or on public transport.

In restaurants people just stare.

So I wear it when gardening or on evening walks along the esplanade before disappearing

into my yurt where I cuddle up with a copy of Sonomyn Udval’s ‘Collected Short Stories’

which everyone should read.





  • what’s the strangest structure you’ve slept under?
  • have you read any of Sonomyn’s wonderful stories?
  • do you wear beanies on cold, wintry days?

I Read my Poems the Riot Act

Don’t go morbid on me, I say.

It’s my mother coming out in you.

At least she walked it off.

Lighten up.

Tap into your jocular vein.

Give your funny bone a bump so it knows it’s alive.

Look at yourself in the mirror. Pull a funny face.

No more ‘Hittites’. Too dark, gloomy.

And no, you’re not putting ‘Icy Innuendoes’ up for another run.

Don’t even think about it.

Lighter stuff. A bit of fluff,

Think Hobbo. Think Don.

With their clown hats on.

Away moroseness. Morbidity.

You’ll be the death of me.

The Best Exotic Mongolian Beanie

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What sort of wuss wears a beanie around the house?

It’s not Outer Mongolia for fuck’s sake.

And I do have the heater on.

But it does look exotic and its warm and woolly.

A tower of a hat from Ulaanbaatar, the trader tells me.

I had to have it with its burnished reds and browns and its black leopard spots.

But I look a proper Charlie wearing it in the mall or library or on public transport.

In restaurants people just stare.

So I wear it in the yard when I’m gardening or evening walks along the esplanade before disappearing into my yurt

Bloomington-TibetanCC-Yurts-9114  where I cuddle with a copy of Sonomyn Udval’s ‘Collected Short Stories’