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Archive for the day “February 9, 2013”

STRAP YOUR ARMS

STRAP  YOUR  ARMS  ‘ROUND  MY  ENGINE

I rode a dirt bike late lastnight   behind a

biker  named Mac   He couldn’t believe I

was flying over the bumps    riding  high  in the      saddle

 

Like when I was 5   on Tex   our lonely old horse

whose only companion was Billy   He taught Illinois

a 2yr.old   boy    to climb fences       and respect goats

 

Born fearless   Born to run   Born to die   You and  I

 

Let’s turn off the tv  and go outside   ride

the pygmy ponies to the  Vieux Carre´

No   No   say No  to the nihilists and to all    burnt out    blue-eyed    cowboys

 

Zappa-montana

 

Winter   2013

COOL HAND LEE

COOL  HAND  LEE  DID  NOT  SUFFER  FOOLS

My father’s laugh was rare   & that’s what

made it great     A  momentous occasion – 

 

He was an intense   no nonsense kind of    guy

Not opposed to a well placed backhander

when the going  got tough

 

Taught the boys to be men    and the girl

to ride bareback by 5       

 

He died the same day as Elvis    & will

forever be known as the  King of  Alone

with a laugh that just won’t go away

 

IamarockIamanislandandarocknevercriesandanislandfeelsnopain

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dad

 

Winter  2013    Songanddancegirl     Simon & Garfunkel

MY HALO

MY  HALO  HAS  BEEN     CONFISCATED

When we finally met   between the rutabagas

and the cold cream   she gave me   a big bear hug

But do not be fooled   by this burst of affection

 

For seething underneath  lay 16yrs. of    rejection

Plus 8yrs. of relations  so intense    they left us

frothing  and spent  at      The Bombay    

 

How was I to know  that this week’s meeting

would be   so   banal    &   so   fleeting  

there in the aisles   of  a    Metro

 

*If she just accepted she’s a hick       she’d be great     

said her lover     all those years  ago

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Winter  2013

IT’S MY NEGATIVE SPACE

IT’S  MY  NEGATIVE  SPACE        MINE

Will they have an exhibit of my   ephemera?

Not a hushed cloister like Patti Smith’s  filled

with slippers, Rimbaud’s litter, and her dad’s

china cup    No    Mine will be empty    filled with

suffering   calamity   loneliness   beauty            and ghosts   fighting

 

Many will exclaim:    She’s having us on 

 

But there you will   thoroughly find    your own banished    treasures

Perhaps a 5 star restaurant    a motherlode of guilt   and a rummaging rat or 2

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patti smith

 

Winter  2013        A.G.O.         Patti Smith  Camera Solo

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