Monday, December 14, 2009

"If That's The Way She Feels"



She's- not temperamentally inclined
To be mine!

But if that's the way she feels,
I'll simply set my mind
To seeking out another love that's real...

No time to emotionalize-

Now that I see that there's no longing,
Nor interest in me in her eyes-

It's very clear-

For me...

That she-



She's- not temperamentally inclined
To be mine!

Yet I see it as no great tragedy-

For I know,
Or at least I lead myself to believe:

That there's someone out there somewhere,
And that she's waiting-


And that she's waiting-



Waiting just for me!

Saturday, December 12, 2009

"Historically Present"

Those here
Historically present-
The flow to the drop.

The criminality
Of politicians-
Elected and appointed
Who are used
As puppets
And props.

Everything that seems so-so...

And in nowise no.

It can be said
That in time,
As foretold
From the days
Of old:

It all goes pop!

What with those
Here mysteriously:




Saturday, November 28, 2009

"Having Waited"

You speak of having waited-

So you have waited long:

Searching for those beautiful words:

Oh, those beautiful words!

And then out of nowhere,
There appeared a song:


This song!

And though at first
You were weak,
You soon waxed strong:

With a love suddenly perceived,
Which seemed too much to be believed:

But there it was...

And you realized
In the remembrance
Of former dreams-

It was as if it had always been prophesied:

And when the song was completed-
In your heart, you sighed!

For you had waited long:

Searching for those beautiful words:

Oh, those beautiful words!

When out of nowhere,
There appeared a song:


This song!

Oh, this strange love song...

I know-
I know-
This very strange,
And odd love song!

Thursday, November 26, 2009

"Is Love Such A Frivolous Thing?"

At your convenience?

At my convenience?

Is love such a frivolous thing?

Often notoriously fragile,
Sometimes an illusion-

About which the poets,
Rock and pop stars sing-

So much joy or pain to be discovered:

Something that might last forever:

Or turn into so many broken hearts,
Where the pieces can never be recovered:

And placed together again....

Thursday, November 19, 2009

"Nobody Wants To Be Alone" ( A Lyric )

You listen to the music...

The music that allows you
To slip contentedly
Into one of your dreams:

And whichever one
Comes to you,
Or you choose:

It begins to build-

Until the momentum
Takes you
Out of this existence-

Into a world of your own-

Where you're not alone...

Because you don't want to be alone!

Yet you're not really alone-

Because nobody wants to be alone:

And there's millions
That don't want to be alone-

And you don't want to be alone!

Because nobody wants to be alone:

And you don't want to be alone!

But you're not alone...

Because nobody wants to be alone:

(It's so sad when you're all alone)...

Because nobody wants to be alone:

You don't want to be-

And I don't want to be-


Who wants to be-


Nobody wants to be alone!

Thursday, November 5, 2009

"Twenty-First Century"

I think...

And I feel...

That it's more typical,
And the thrill
That you should love me-

In this: The twenty-first century!

And remember-


There's the poetry!

This verse sent for you to read...

So maybe
What you want to do is phone-

Celebrate with me
Some old re-discovered song-

One that I've gone
Back listening to
When I'm alone-

And I'm without you...

Don't forget me!

Oh, no, not now-

Not now...

It shouldn't be
That you would want
To bring me down:

In this: Which is our love in the twenty-first century!

For even with all the time
That has slipped by,
Still I believe-

I believe...

I believe...

In this: Our love in the twenty-first century!

Oh, well-

Such a romantic tale...

In this: Our love in the twenty-first century!

For I say this is indeed our love meant to be in the twenty-first century!

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

"Through It All (A Song)"

Oh, through it all-

My thought has persisted:

Off and on
With sanity-



And fantasy!

But no matter...

For I do think
I've been consistent:


Oh, endlessly-

In this- my love for you!

And I know quite well,
As time does tell-

That I've done much more
Than simply existed-

With you:

Oh, these many years through!

So yes- deep within my heart,
My thought has indeed persisted:

And I've not resisted!

No- not once in the thought-

That it was meant to be:

Even inserting that well-worn phrase-

Yes... here it comes:

"You and me!"


Need I ask you,
What else could I-
Or can I do?

Monday, October 12, 2009


Subsequently the alchemist:


And a time traveler
Can take a walk
Back into the past...

Dallas- Dallas-

Time slowed down,
But at the same moment-

It was moving way too fast:

In music alone-

The Beatles
Hadn't arrived yet:

And Elvis
Was no longer
Such a sure bet.

But everybody loved
Watching TV-

It was America- 1963.

And well,
To me,
In looking back
Into the history-

It wasn't that
There was all that much
About Kennedy:

But it seemed somebody
Was really playing hardball-

An early version
I would suppose,
Of "Shock and Awe."

And there was just something
About Lee Harvey Oswald:

That just didn't feel right-

And the feeling
Continues on into the now:


If not some conspiracy...

Just like a merry-go-round.

But it was America- 1963.

Yes, it was... America.



America- 1963.

Friday, October 9, 2009


These words,
These words,
These lines-
They're my scribbles:
But as far as scribbles-
These scribbles-
It just goes to show,
Not all the mad are inside: You know?

So you slide,
I slide,
We slide...

Oh, troubled soul!

And yet how I know,
I cannot disappoint those- Yes? / No?

No! No! No!
For I must remember
Like in Bedlam of old,
How they, the mad-
Were forced to wear ghost clothes...

And so like a carnival ride:

The whole world,
It slowly begins to slide...

It slides! It slides! It slides!

Proving as I've already said,
Not all the mad are only inside:

And that's not even counting
The ones that are dead...

Oh, no, no, no, no:

These lines,
These lines,
These words-
Are scribbles:

My scribbles-

These scribbles-

My scribbles-

These scribbles-




Thursday, October 8, 2009

"Hoots / Whistles"

Hoots and whistles-

Elected public officials-

And there's good reason to be weary... "Scratch!"

The Devil has many other lower names
Besides Lucifer- and one of them is: "Scratch!"


A second paper-

And yet they're saying
On the TV and radio,
That no more flying pigs' hearts
Will be left in, and not cut out-

They're lying of course.

But anyway...

What was that all about?

Sunday, October 4, 2009

"If I Have Been Idle"

If I have been idle-

Yet afterwards wrote-

Picturing things in my mind-

Words that form lines-

That I want to hear sing-

And that maybe even floats...

A song,
A poem-
Whatever you want to call it:

Kick in-
Kick out-
If you ever saw it: or not-

A lyric?

Yes, a lyric, I would suppose-

Or at least- a bit of,
Or kind of verse that may bring...dreams.

Saturday, October 3, 2009

"Dream My Dream, (Along With Me)"

Dream my dream,
Along with me-
For all the possible poetry-

That probably will never be:

Bringing up a cry
For hearts
That will not always beat-

The remembrance
Of a smile or a tear
For every line- (bittersweet).

And yet dream-

Oh, with hope,
And to dream!

Yes, come dream my dream,
Along with me...

The sense of fantasy,
With pen and ink-

And like Keats,
Hoping to transform
It all into reality:

Oh, the things to feel,
And the things to know-

In taking the verse to and fro:

For even though the sun
Upon this world,
May seem to be
Setting sadly low-

Still I ask- if only for a moment:

Come dream my dream,
My dream,
My dream,
Along with me.

Thursday, October 1, 2009

"Is There Any Peace To Live Again-"

Is there any peace to live again-

In my thoughts?

Within all my memories?

Even within my melancholy?

Things that will not let be!

For these indeed-

Are not forgotten things...

Not within my heart:

Nor within my soul:


How I fight-

Not to let go....

"Personality - Phantasms"

Abysmal personality-

Phantasms floating,
Not walking-
Their feet always
A few inches
From the floor:

Nightmares- noon-

And the circumstance
Is the same
With the moon-

A whirlpool
Of lonely,

I've often heard said-

Deep within my eyes of blue:

Watching you.

Wednesday, September 30, 2009

"I Could Say"

I could say,
Ah, Lord,
Still my soul!

Standing alone
In the twilight-

Looking down
From a hill,
Where there's
A river
Running deep
And slow-

The day
To have
Gone on

But now,
I face

As I realize
There's no place
For me to go...

And as I
Cast my eyes
About me,
I think
To myself:

Oh, no!

Oh, no-

Oh, no-

Oh, no-

Oh, no!

But it doesn't
Change anything- anything-

So as I
Was first
What I
Could say,
I do say:

I say,
Ah, Lord,
Still my soul!

My soul-

My soul-

My soul-

My soul!

And as for
Anything else,
I just don't know:

I don't know!

Don't know-

Don't know-

Don't know-

Oh, no!

I say,
And in tears
I admit-

I very simply just don't know!

I don't know.

Monday, September 28, 2009

"Poetry There"

Poetry there-

The use of the imagination:

And I ignore criticism
From those
Who say for them,
There's no sense of clarification-

Why there should be poetry there...

Again and again from them,
The question being:
Is there poetry there?

(Is there poetry there?)

Because it doesn't
Come up to
Their modern expectations...

Yet there's poetry there,
If it pushes and pulls
Someone spiritually-

And philosophically:

And it is thought
And felt:
There is poetry there...

(There is poetry there...)

Like an image of she,
Who is young and fair-
And sits beneath the trees,
Reading to herself,
Verse from a book of poetry:

And suddenly a quiet breeze
Whispers through the leaves
Of the trees,
And slightly ruffles
The pages of her
Book of poetry,
And her hair!

Yes, I'd say
In just that image alone,
There is poetry there...

Regardless of how
Seemingly 19th century-

There is poetry there!

Friday, September 25, 2009

"Images (But You Shouldn't Let Them Be Leading You)"

Your mind filled with images-
But you shouldn't let them be leading you,
Calling you-

Even if they call in such a sweet voice-
And it seems,
Only to you:

So many promises,
And offerings
Of such beautiful dreams-

Yet who knows really
Where they actually
Might be leading you to?

Could be your own destruction-

Nightmares come true.

Wednesday, September 23, 2009

"Just Dance"

Important acquisitions-



Computerized image of the world-

Green screen!

And girl, I give you a chance,
Just to see if you can dance!

Since as you tell me,
Within your life-

There's a whole lot
You've been scrambling for:

So let's see if you
Learned anything-

And if you know:

More? More? More?

So dance.

Just dance-




Tuesday, September 22, 2009

"Floating Leaf"

A floating leaf-

Is that how you feel?

Being blown about
By a wind
That you
Have no control of-

That never allows you
To touch the ground?

And though that's true-

It still never allows you either,
To fly high enough
To brush against the sky?

Yet I must ask you,
Through it all-
Even as you go spiraling,
And probably
So very often tumbling-

Forever it seems-

Without end-

Between Heaven and Earth:

Does that stop you
From wanting love?

Friday, September 18, 2009

"What May Bring"

What may bring
Pleasure to the senses,
Or the mind...

Like something very smooth-

Such as beat time
To a music,
Played not wild-
But softly:

To make you feel
That you almost literally
Fall into a dream...

No pushing strokes though,
Because you're not
Going up-
But downstream:

Ah, nothing less
Than a kind of feeling
Of a supreme bliss!

And if that's the case-

Close your eyes now,
And make a wish....

Wednesday, September 16, 2009

"Your Mechanical Fashion"

Your mechanical fashion-
As if it's some benefit
Toward reaching a goal:

Ice and snow-

You've grown cold
In your soul-

But you either don't care,
Or don't even know:

Oh, your mechanical fashion!

Throughout your life now
In everything!

Comprising far worse
Than just simple routine-

Have you forgotten
What you mean-
In your mechanical fashion?

Tuesday, September 15, 2009

"Go With The Songs"

Go with the songs:

The sense of
The nearness of the lyrics-

Go with the songs:

Of the many kinds,
That can bring about-
The linking up
Of the heart,
And the mind!

Go with the songs:

Search out the words
In their vast supply-

Make 'em fly!

Go with the songs:

The songs-

The songs-


Maybe not another Keats or Poe-

But still you've got to let it roll:

And let yourself go-

Forever on and on
On and on...

With the songs!

"Cartoon Characters Don't Have Any Bones"

The trail-

Colorful cartoon characters-

That leads to madness:


Deep down-

They're really vicious-

They're really vicious-

Bad to the bone.

Monday, September 14, 2009

"Followed By You"

Being followed by you-

I'm being followed by you...

As you mentally project
Your pictorial illustrations:

Use abbreviations-

I'm being followed by you:

It's something
That you really seem
To want to do-

So I'm being followed by you.

Followed by you-

And how I've noticed
You're devoted to signs
And symbols-

That I must admit,
I often find rather strange:

As to the meaning of-

But I'm being followed by you.

Followed by you-

I'm being followed by you.

I'm being followed by you.

And though I don't mind:

I would advise-

Just don't mistake it for love:

Pretty eyes....

Sunday, September 6, 2009

"The Song"

Long ago...

Long ago...

On the radio:

The song and its lyrics-

How the music deeply moved me-

And also,
Long have the words
Echoed in my mind...

Down through the years.

Because the song,
Even though I knew it wasn't-

It was just a song
I heard played so often
On the radio that summer:


It always seemed to be about you.

Saturday, September 5, 2009

"Government, Phase One"

Government action:
Control crime-
Stop drugs-
Create new jobs-

Promise a chicken
In every pot-
A cow
In every barn:

And with new taxes
Control crime-
Stop drugs-
Create new jobs-

As a special treat,
Everybody can expect
Some corn on the cob:

Politicians and histrionics:

Speaking of even bigger abstractions-

And with lots of new taxes-

Even more government action:
Control crime-
Stop drugs-
Create new jobs-

Wave the flag-

Cat's in the bag!

Friday, September 4, 2009

"To Bring"

To bring this dark world light-
What the angels find,
And what they themselves can know-

And the One above all them,
Who fashioned the flow:

Down to the single blade of grass-
Of which in itself,
Continues the future and the past.

Tuesday, September 1, 2009

"Uniquely (Uniquely)"



Such harmony
With the backing vocals-

The singer,
And the lead
Taken by the mandolin-
And fiddle:

Genuinely Bluegrass.

Or so it would seem-

Even if they are playing
The Beatles' "I'm Only Sleeping...."

Tuesday, August 25, 2009

"Shift In The Molecular (Composition Of Matter)"

A shift in the molecular
Composition of matter,
Brought about by some
Extraordinary experiments:

With dedication
And official denials
Prepared beforehand,
Should anything
Get out of the box:

Wild or not,
It's something
To have familiarity with-
Even should it prove a myth- if....

Sunday, August 23, 2009

"Getting Excited Over Sylvia"

This morning,
She called me up-

Saying from her,
She'd decided
There would be
No more excuses-

I started getting excited-

"Oh, Sylvia!"


"You mean you finally agree,
"To go out and see a movie with me?"

"Oh, Sylvia-"



"I'll pick you up tonight at six!"

Just as she gave a wild laugh,
And said she was only pulling my chain again-

And the phone went- click!



"I'm going to get you,

"She's Got A Novelistic Vision"

She's got a novelistic vision-
It's her usual state of mind.

Yet she doesn't claim
Any literary excellence-

For though
She's got a novelistic vision-

That doesn't mean she wants to write one:

She's much more at home
In what she considers
Her attempts at verse-

She's not a nihilist:

And at times
Is quite taken by
Some glittering rhyme...

Yet she feels
The panorama of civilization-
And is very much inspired
In her heart by the realization-

That she'd truly love nothing better,
Than to be able to say it in every single line.

Saturday, August 22, 2009


Concede the possibility
That the universe is me-
The universe is you:
But of course, it isn't-
So that's not true.

You're part of it,
I'm part of it-
And it's not irrelevant
That a duck won't jump
Like a kangaroo...


Mysticism to resonate.


And 8-track tape player,
As well as stereo turntable logic:

Even a vinyl record revelation
That John was the walrus-

But upon listening to "Glass Onion,"
You're insisting that Paul was a walrus too?

Well, as to your rational faculties-
I am in of grave doubt.

But as the needle
Goes down in to the groove...

Yeah, it's "Twist and Shout."

Because baby, I say-

It doesn't really
Have to matter
How old a song is:

It's whether or not it can make you move...

And girl,
I can see that it does-
And you do.

Friday, August 21, 2009

"For Example"

For example- for example-

For example- nothing.

Nothing- nothing-

Not in addition:

Not in any category:

Journeying- journeying:

To nowhere-

The impermanence of your world.


A shimmering array-

Of twirling blues and greens-


Appears to reflect those colors-

Caught up in the mesmerizing-

It's not surprising-

I must be having a dream...

As I lay peering about the room:

Sea plant angels swim through the air-

And they too-

Reflect the colors blue and green-

Suddenly taking notice of me-

They all as one line-up:

And begin to sing...

But I can't make out the words-

Yet what does it matter-

As long as I keep in mind-

I must be having a dream?

It seems...



It's not always
Just about
Mixed-up dreams,
Like old horror
And science fiction films
Blended together-

Involving a dialogue
With some nut in a lab,
Who talks about another version
Of a genetically altered house fly-
Not involving teleporting:

Yet one that also gets itself
Caught in a spider's web,
And screams...

Or anyone else who echoes
The same sorts of themes:

No- it's not always
Just about things like that.

Even though there's no doubt,
But that the world is moving
Fast and furious-

And it's crazy,
And it's serious:

With science
Running afoul of chaos:

The island of Dr. Moreau...

But like I said,
It's not always
Just about-


"Human Condition"

So say the human condition
That often comes off like a joke-book:

But then you take a hard look-

And see all the sorrow, misery, and pain-

And you're shook:

It all seems so insane!

Yet any way you look at it-

The state of the human condition is you too-

And you're hooked!

And there's no way to get out of it
Until you're dead-

So I've said.

And if you've got this far-

This is also something
That you can say that you've read.

Tuesday, August 18, 2009


Statistical problems and computer runs.

Green rabbits with bubblegum guns.

All things in retrospect-
Papers and projects,
And the politically correct:

College girls and philosophy-

Research and scholarship...

Successful completion-

From that old time
Strategy of design...

That allows government
To get what it wants,
And very much more in addition:

With constantly orchestrated fictions-

Keeping the vast majority
Of the people mentally flatulent,
And totally perplexed-

While the powers that be
Busily groom another puppet,
And say...


Sunday, August 16, 2009

"Following The Morning"

Following the morning-
So leapt the idea:

I'm not following some hallucination-

I'm just following the morning,
And getting out of here...

It all came to me quite suddenly,
Like some great cosmic gift-

And so who knows,
But maybe
While I'm walking
Down this highway-

Somebody'll come by,
Stop- and offer me a lift?

I'm following the morning-

Following the morning,
That I know
Will lead me into the afternoon-

And then on into the night...

But there's no need
For anybody to go
Worrying about me-

I've got a feeling,
That I'm
Going to be all right.

Saturday, August 15, 2009

"Ideologies Like Whirlpools"

Ideologies like whirlpools to pull you in-

And those behind them,
No matter what the cost-

Are out to win!

Leaving so many people,
Who become their adherents-

Trembling and fumbling,
As if like zombies
They go off stumbling:

Catching sight of you,
And screaming- "Brains!"

Striving to fill your head
With all their politically fed
Confusions and disillusions-

And bringing you nothing but pain.

"Spy Prototype Robot Girl, Number 5"

Her mental contents,
And delivery-

She's usually
As nice as she can be-

And her beauty
Makes me think of
All these various activities...

She's spy prototype robot girl, number 5.

She's got lasers in her eyes.

She's very specialized.

Don't know
How many more
They'll make of her-

But upon all missions
She's assigned
To come along with me on-

She's always quite a surprise:

She's the latest in advanced-
Espionage technology,
In this year of 2175.

She's spy prototype robot girl, number 5.

And she's much improved
Over numbers 1, 2, 3, and 4-

It's almost as if she's actually alive-

She has a learning program,
As well as a total range of
Downloaded emotions-

Even going as far as telling you-
She'll kill you, if you ever make her cry:

Giving you fair warning,
I suppose-

That she is after all:

Spy prototype robot girl, number 5.

"TV Channel 9- Circa 2086"

Don't need to say,
Channel 9-
Channel 9-

Or slither through
Some old curious
Bound volumes
Of broadcast time...

An abandoned,
Local TV station-

The sets covered in cobwebs and dust:

With the long dead,
Local TV personalities-

Off and separated far away,
Crumbling in their graves:

And the old TV cameras
That once displayed them,
Are standing still-

Covered in various molds,
And eaten up with rust...

But who knows?

Maybe there's spook voices
In the place late at night-

With floating,
Flickering images
Of long ago local happenings:

And the news...!

And even the now spectral,
But still incessant giggling
Of the long dead
Local little weather girl too?

But even as we leave it to fade out
To the late acid rock strains
Of E. L. O.'s now considered ancient-

"Bluebird is Dead"

Just keep it in mind-

Don't need to say,
Channel 9-
Channel 9-

No, for I've always heard
It's better if you say it three times!

Channel 9?

Wednesday, August 12, 2009

"What Questions Assume"

What questions assume-

The higher exaltation,
Or the obsolete
And unimportant:

Such themes...

As the volume deals-

Promises and prophecies:

And those who say it can't be real.

Madness totally in bloom.

And what questions assume.

"The Strung-Out Hippie Love Song (1968)"

She is perfume-

She is a flower in bloom:

She is psychedelic music
In an hallucinogenic room.

I can say
She is a high,
Like from the art
Of the VW van apothecary:

That turns you into an addict-

That makes your heart beat
As fast as the run of a time warping rabbit.

She is all thereof-

She is sheer love...

She's pure gold,
Where all the other girls are brass:

She's a testimony to my future-

So for her,
I give up all
The other lovely
Incense addled ladies-
To the visions of my past....

{Written after watching some old music clips from the late '60s on YouTube}


Dreams of duration-

Truth defined?

Or simple generalizations-

And what goes on within
The spirals of your mind?

Whether facts
Or falsehoods-

Or idealism-

Or hallucinations-

Or the deduction
That comes from
An abstract association:

Like the difference
Between winter
And summer sunshine.

Yet there is experience-

And hopefully,
Somewhere down the line-

A bit of common sense.

"To Venture"

To venture into the heart-
To put words down on paper,
In that attempt at the narrative art:

Thoughts and dreams-
And emotion,
To form a link in verse.

Usually modifying
And elaborating-

Even if it's not
That highly illuminating:

Since it begins
Without always knowing
Where you're going-

Once you put down
That very first line.

Yet whether it is,
Or isn't literary-

Or involves
Any poetic artistry:

It's still an invitation
To try and say
What's in your own heart-

By way of translation
Through the processes
Of your mind.

"Too Little Known"

Too little known,
Or too widely ignored-

If controversy exists-

It doesn't really change anything,
You still just get bored:

A new meaning?

Ah, just dreaming.

Tuesday, August 11, 2009

"The State Of The Body Politic"

Just another cadaverous face-

And it should make
Any number start to wonder:

Why is it
All these politicians
Look so very much
Like undertakers?

But of course,
The vast majority
Never will-

The very idea
If accepted,
Is far too frightening-

And for such a society
As exists today-

Far too unreal:

Simply a symbol
In both ways-

Of the state of the body politic.

"It's Only To Fix Some Dreams"

It's only to fix some dreams-

The ones that have gotten
A bit out of joint,
And come very close
To losing their point.

The memory of images,
And the memory of words-

Sitting well within the solitude
Of all the things that I've seen,
And all the voices that I've heard:

It's only to fix some dreams-

Projecting a balance between
Their actual value,
And after all these years-

Exactly what they really mean:

Like finding myself
Standing beneath some starry sky,
Or the times I found myself dreaming
That I could fly:

And recalling a girl
That I never got to know,
But who- whenever I saw her-
Looked at me with such longing in her eyes:

And oh,
How she seemed to love me so...

It's only to fix some dreams.

"From Here And There"

From here and there,
And forever thenceforward
To the essence of the lyric.

Even if for me,
It's usually
Just another unrealized attempt
At a kind of apocalypse
Grand Ole Opry show:

Or artistical poetic-
Flow of abstract rock and roll:

Sometimes seemingly Hank Williams,
If not symbolically Beatle hieroglyphic:

Steel guitar and fiddle,
And 1960s psychedelic
Backward running
And lyric riddle.

And trying to avoid
The use of
One too many
Old Victorian era poet,
Parlour tricks.

Yet it's all to the circular style-

Whether it's to the folk memories
Of some ancient British village-

Or the various type
Honky tonk
Saturday nights,
Still to be found
In any given
Small Southern town.

For what goes around- well, comes around.

Monday, August 10, 2009

"The Last Stop ( 1:58 A.M. in the Morning )"

A tip for the waitress-
Because she doesn't look the kind
To allow a slap upon her behind!

Well, you know,
Some of these truckstop mamas,
Just don't wanna let it shine!

So I'm outside climbing aboard my old rig-
And heading off down the road-

Doing what I always do-

Hauling another load:

Turning on the radio...

And immediately
Picking up the start
Of Red Sovine...

"Phantom 309"

While I'm already
Lead-footing it,
Rushing through the gears-

Pushing this old rig up to speed:

Just trying to make some time!

But suddenly there's lights up ahead,
All over the road-

And I'm....

( Time of death upon the police report- 2:48 A.M. in the morning ).

Saturday, August 8, 2009

"Stuff For Her Anxiety"

If she prowls stuff for her anxiety-

If she's talking to herself:

And writing poetry
Of wicker chairs
Defying gravity-

Most would have to agree
It's probably the interaction
With the various medications:

Though not that she's getting too little,
But that she's getting way too much!

Wednesday, August 5, 2009

"Hearing Rumors ( Storage Cabinets )"

Hearing rumors,
Storage cabinets-
And everybody's
For something.

But back in the 1950s
To the early 1960s,
It was considered
A completely different field,
As well as a completely different time.

Genuine accomplishments of course...

Though it wasn't believed
To have been the President
Who snatched the word
Right out of the air-

Because it wasn't...

"Military-industrial complex."

Sunday, August 2, 2009

"Unpleasant Happening"

Unpleasant digestive happening-
And someone
Who's seen it all before,
Attempting to suppress a yawn.

Was anything...



No- it was just a large dog,
And while walking down the street-
A group of people heard it fart.

It stopped- looked around,
And then at them-
And if a dog could shrug it's shoulders- it did...

And continued on down the street.

It happens all the time.

Saturday, July 25, 2009

"Poetic Possibility"

Fragmentation and multiplication-

It's not really nothing more
Than a series of symbols
In isolation-

Regardless of what is said
By those
Who have simply taught
The triumph of the imagination.

It involves
A lot more than that,
Or watch me
Pull a rabbit out of my hat-

Especially considering-

Those who have long,
Or quite suddenly-

Grasped the completely poetic possibility
Of knowing something's there-

Even though
At the exact same moment,
They also know
It's something that they cannot see:

And therein lies the key.

"Wasting Time"

Wasting- wasting time:

Nothing sublime-

Everything ridiculous,
When not totally demoniacal-

And is it all
To losing my mind?

Whims and moods,
And rock and roll attitudes:

And all the rest who
Claim they're perfectly sane-

Taking no apparent notice
Of the fact,
That they're also playing
The same old game...

It could be a hilarious story,
If understood completely:

But that's something
They'll never think to see-

Nor could they hear it,
Even if a babe sang it
Oh, so sweetly-

Wasting- wasting time.

"Any Added Rhyme"

Any added rhyme,
Or now forgotten waste of time:

Greed and gluttony,
Or need and delicacy-

But not at all a slut to me.

Yet narratives are told,
And winters are cold-

And it's not even something
I think you should feel
You have to be impressed by-

For after all,
I just stopped to say hi:



Verbal jugglery-

Well, maybe it all
Comes down to you and me?

It may not be some lyric ecstasy-

Nor some conversation
Composed of wantonness and witchery:

Simply verbal jugglery-

With teasing
Double meanings-

That rollicks through
An addiction to dreaming:

Dreaming of you.

"The Conversational Girl"

Actual portraits,
Or stuffed idealizations-

Inspired improvisations:

She's the conversational girl...

Thoughts of her fluid form-

Her grace and style
And her beauty,
100 times above the norm.

Dreams and dreams,
And endless shifting themes-

And what it all comes down to,
And what it all means:

Her existence as a counterpoint
To this very strange world-

She's the conversational girl.

"Clothes- ( Old, Torn, Loose, And Unclean )"

And unclean-

A homeless man
Stumbling down the street:

Knowing that he's in the world-

Yet apparently
Being patronised by
Some very grotesque dream.

And anything said to him,
When anything is said at all:

Seems so ludicrous-

Whether anyone thinks he is,
Or isn't dangerous-

As he likes to say to himself,
With what little sanity he has left-

Upon the streets of this city,
He's pretty much seen and heard it all...

And he's curious.

"A Few Lines"

A moment's poetry,
Caught in the mind-

Not like the movies-

Just like a dream.

A few lines to scatter on the wind-

Written down quite suddenly-

In these
Out of the blue memories
Of you and me.

Monday, July 20, 2009

"Secrets Of Nations"

Upon an unprecedented scale?

Well, secrets of nations-

And all that goes on
Behind what is presented
As a legitimate facade.

High policies
And strategic plans-

Superficial facts:

And quicksand fiction.

And how much truth
Is being tossed
Into the garbage pails?

Well, no doubt,
Quite a lot:

For politics
Fit better
Into the prearranged slots-

And lying your head off,
Is the politicians' motto
If all else fails.

Sunday, July 19, 2009

"If You Have Heard Voices"

If you have heard voices-
Maybe in a clatter?

Maybe in a sense-

Like glass,
That seems to shatter?

Technically I mean-

As if waking suddenly:
From a dream?

If so-

Then what are the words
Heard recently?

And do they ever mention me?

That is-

If you've heard voices:

That is-

Of course...

If you've really heard voices:

Even if they're all
Of different things-

And not a single one,
With another-
Appears to agree:

Out of tune-

And out of key-

And you don't know
Which one to believe...

If you've heard voices:

And have you heard voices?

Have you?

Wednesday, July 15, 2009

"In Her Beauty"

She has
An ethereal substance
In her beauty,
Made up of
The most perfect curves-

That even a glance at her
Can titillate the mind:

And an actual
Look at her
Reveals she moves
Like a cat- who's a spy.

She has
That supreme gift-

That if you're not careful,
Will quickly see you whipped.

A surprise mathematical logic
In her very existence-

And the ability
To give such a love,
That can be seen in her eyes.

Forget the slide rules-

She has
Caressed the soul-

She is like the very essence
Of the purity of pi-

The ratio
Of the circumference
Of a circle
To its diameter:

She's forever hello,
And never goodbye.

She must have come from the sky.

"Indelible Imprints"

The indelible imprints
Which the mind can make:

Listening to old 1960s
Music recordings-

And looking at a photograph
From that area-
Of a girl
With an enigmatic smile,
And knowing eyes-
Draped in the flag of the United States:

Makes you want to stand up,
And give her a salute-

She's beautiful-
And in those knowing eyes,
She's well aware of it too:

She knows
She goes way beyond
Being just another tie-dyed,
Bell bottomed babe,
Who's looking rather
'Summer of Love' hippie cute!

And so what
If I'm thinking what
She must have been like-

As that same era music
I'm listening to-

Plays on and on,
Song after song:

All night long?

"It's As If"

It's as if she just
Doesn't want to see-


Blended in with all my fantasies:

As she persistently
Refuses to heed
The voice that calls her-

And that voice is me.

For in my own heart,
Like a manuscript-
I have her name written down
Upon page after page-
That put all together
Would fill a million books:

But from her,
At any given time
That I see her around-

I am seldom blessed
With hardly more
Than a single look:

It's not as if I'm asking
For the world-

I just want her-


The one
I call
The Beautiful Girl.

"TV ( And The Same Goes For Radio )"

All the stirring plastic scenes-

A great departure:

Modern times-

And the controversy...

But what doesn't amount to a hill of beans?

Participants in the conflict:

Dog and pony shows.

And what's on TV really blows!

And there you go!

Taking away the happiness
From the here and hereafter:

It's all canned laughter.

And for just audio-
The same goes for radio.

"As Seriously As I Should"

Maybe I don't take you
As seriously as I should-
But even when I first saw you,
I didn't think I would.

But after all girl,
I thought you were
Just going to be
A kind of

Yet here we are now,
Together all the time-
Going places:

Constant smiles to one another-

Stopping to give each other quick,
As well as long French kisses:

Walking down the street,
And holding hands:

It's crazy...

And I've no doubt,
But that it probably won't be long now,
Before I find we're busy making wedding plans-

It wouldn't surprise me:

So maybe it's true-

That I didn't, and don't take you
As seriously as I should.

But it seems the way things
Have turned out,
I need to.

"At First Sight"

At first sight,
She is one
That heightens
The picture:

Like a rock and roll starlet-

Out on tour.

The one with whom,
When she comes along-
You want to make a connection:

The one with whom,
When she appears-
Seems a living love song:

And your eyes
Can only follow
In her direction.

She is one
That passes all inspection-

As to my good opinion,
She is perfection:

Of that I'm sure.

"Everything's For Sell"

Monthly prognosticators:

And Washington, D.C.-
Wannabe dictators.

What mayest prevail-

Everything's for sell:

And those actual powers
Behind the scenes,
With their enchantments
And sorceries-

A molten image,
And hidden things-

With every deal to be.

And they've tied up
And gagged the fat lady,
So there's not much chance
That she's
Going to suddenly pop up-
And start to sing.

But with the cameras running,
And folksingers
With their guitars strumming-

All the politicians will gather together:
Release doves,
And say: "See how they take wing!"

Everything's for sell-

And the end of all things.

"Mentioning You"

Mentioning you
In ordinary ways-

The sound of your name-
I like it,
So it's what I say.

Seems I have a chance
Of making the future
Turn out better
Than the past-

That is,
If we get together-

Sit beneath some tree
Upon the spring green grass.


I already have you.

But the reality-

Ah, yes- the reality.

Well, the reality's
Entirely up to you.

Tuesday, July 14, 2009

"The Artist's Feelings"

The artist's feelings-
Is it always
The artist's feelings?

Like the painting - sculpture
Of the musical-

Different arts-

Sgt. Pepper hearts...

The original Hank Williams:

With "Hey Good Lookin'"
Being sung in London
By three very cheeky
English tarts-

Just a song?

Any song?

And harmony-

The artist's feelings...

Well, no matter-

It still all comes down to
What it means to me...

And I think that's the reality.

"It's Not The Mundane"

It's not the mundane
Matters of living,
When the volume is turned-

And the bridges are burned-

And the music is loud:

The undergirding theme-

In an uncertain world:

Traveling through,
And even before the millennium-

Where even the old songs are,
And were played by laser beam:

I'm not even sure
What I'm trying to say-

But you're okay:

Even if you think
I must be crazy,
And start-
And turn away.

Monday, July 13, 2009


Sometimes people
With their records
Of buying and selling.

Merchants - Babylonians -

Babylonian merchants
With their series of weights
Used to measure...

Clay and mud
From the rivers
Shaped into bricks:

And more buying and selling-


"Just Want To Be With You (A Song)"

Just want to be with you- (with you).

Not much else-
Can I seem to think of,
That I really want to do-

And it's true- (it's true).

I just want to be with you.

You walk as such sweet love,
And such a beauty-
Upon this earth.

Oh, in this world-

Stealing my heart from me!

And yes, I know
I've placed you on a pedestal
Above all souls-

But when you fall in love-
Isn't that the way it goes?

And with me,
Just by the way
I look at you:

Well, I think
You can see
For yourself
How it shows-

With every thought of you-

This love-

How it continues to grow:

And I just want to be with you...

(With you)-
(With you)-
(With you)-
(With you)-

It's true.

I just want to be with you.

"Just Trying To Get A Date, And She Keeps Saying- NO!"

Now babe,
It's like you're speaking
A foreign language to me:

I'm asking you out for a date-

Which considering it's me,
Should be the thrill of your life-

But I don't understand
This one particular word
You keep using:

I just don't have any idea
What it means...

Now how do you pronounce it- nn, nn, n-no?

Is that the way you say it?


Well, isn't that in itself,
Just another way of saying- "yes"?

I know what '"yes" means-
Because that's what most
Of the other ladies say:

I ask them out-

And they give out a little squeal of delight,
And go:
"Yes! Yes!
"Oh, Yes! Yes! Yes!"

"Drop dead"?

Is that what you said?

What's that supposed to mean?

Means- what?

Means- "No!" ?

Now see,
There you go using that word again-
And I've already told you,
I haven't a clue what it means!

"Winos Fighting"

Winos fighting
Over a shoe
In a squalid alley-

It's the consumer mentality.

One gives the other's nose a twist-

And there's a scream!

And the nose-twister runs out of the alley-

Yelling: "I've got the shoe!"

It doesn't seem to dawn on him-
That to make a pair, he needs two:

But they were both drunk anyway-
So what can you do?

"Billy Cooley And His Girlfriend"

Dark skies-
The webs of spiders,
And the wings of bats-

Feathers ripped from an owl-
A dead cat,
And a sick muskrat:

As well as the snapping
Of the fingers,
And the giving of a bow-

And of course, flies!
Lots and lots of flies!
All beneath dark skies!

That's what Billy Cooley
Was out in the graveyard doing-
Sudden lightening,
And trouble brewing!

As out of her grave,
Billy's dead girlfriend
Began to rise-

Not a whole lot
Could be said for her remains,
As she held out her hands to Billy-
And tried to smile...

But Billy with one good look,
Just went "ooh."

And ran off screaming:

While his girlfriend,
Still levitating above her grave,
Kept peering about in some confusion-
And asking: "What? What? What did I do?"

Then catching sight of Billy
Disappearing just over the hill-

She gave an evil look,
And began yelling:

"You come back here you little twerp-
"Or I'm going to do bad things to you!"

But he didn't-
And giving chase,
When she caught him:
She did.

" I Can't Stop Thinking About You"

In the lapse of time,
I might find
You'll no longer
Be on my mind-

But so far
That day
Has not arrived.

So what I now say
Is very true-

That no matter what I do:

I can't stop thinking about you.

The years go by,
And how they fly-
Girl, I'll probably
Be thinking about you
Till the day I die!

Through all my days,
With the pain
Remaining the same-

Awaking in the middle
Of the night,
And calling out your name!

Yeah, I know
I must sound
So sad and blue-

But I can't stop thinking about you.

Well, I know when
Something is over,
It's suppose to be over-

But it seems not with me!

And no-

I can't stop thinking about-


"Immeasurably ( Such A Treasure To Me )"

Such a treasure to me:

And all that I of course-



Draws me...

Calls me...

She is the one
That I could never leave-

Nor set free.

An astonishing one...

The one that my heart
Greatly needed to know:

Can't let go.

No- no- no-



For so much pleasure
She brings to me-

Something about her
Sings to me- fantasy!

Do see?

"From Politics"

From politics-

The voices of reason?

Well, it's embarrassing,
And an awareness
That they're really
Not found anywhere-

Just the art
Of promoting

That are like
Late fall leaves
From a tree,
Tumbling down
In the air-

Pick 'em up,
And they'll crumble
In your hand:

And well, you know,
In and of itself,
That exactly was the plan.

Saturday, July 11, 2009

"Neo-Nutritionists Saying"

Neo-nutritionists saying,
"Up the department,"
And doing exercises-
Almost as if they're
Standing on their heads
At the Bronx Zoo-

Never been there-

But as could be pointed out,
Even if you haven't got a clue
As to what I'm talking about-

Some might say,
The zookeepers themselves
Would go- "Shoo, shoo."

Yet they also no doubt believe
They must receive balanced
Nutritious food...

As I'm sitting here,
Listening and watching
All of this on a plasma TV screen-

Makes me wonder
What they're all on-

And that woman's eyes,
Are they aquamarine?

The most beautiful eyes
I've ever seen.


Whether another like her
Here or elsewhere exists-
I do not know.

But she herself
Could create
Whole new institutions
In just the way
She knows how to kiss.

She is bliss.

And her name is Elizabeth.



Well, it's true, it's true-
You can forget all the rest,
If you've got yourself a girl
Like Elizabeth.

And what with all the love
And care she's given to me.

I find I cannot let her be.

Oh, what more can I say?

She is indeed,
Without a doubt
The very best.

And her name is Elizabeth.

Friday, July 10, 2009

"In Love"




I'm in love with you!

And I don't think
It's at all
Presumptuous of me,
That without fail-
I want to be
With you every night-
And every day,
Holding you tight-
And ringing your bell-

Yes, I certify-

Baby, you know,
I don't lie!

That when it comes to
Something so special-
As special as you:

Well, I can
And do say,

Oh, positively-


That I'm in love-
I'm in love-
I'm in love with you!


Thursday, July 9, 2009

"Official Residence"

Official residence,
Surrounded by rings
Of barbed wire:

Moving at a fast clip:

And who underestimates the politics?

Every government
That is bunkered down-
And those who no doubt,
Wished that they hadn't
Hung around?

Expectations and parties
Going down!

Who's calling the shots?

Politicians talking about freedom-
When what they're really thinking is- "let it rot"?

"The Clockwise Sense"

The clockwise sense-
Going 'round and 'round:

The seconds,
And years.

Are we all
Lost in time,
Not realizing anything
Until it's much too late?

Everything slanted
At the angle
That we ourselves
Want it to be-

Not understanding anything-

And not even really wanting to?

"Setting Folly And Neon"

Setting folly and neon
To a heavy beat-
It's become too formulaic,
Not attractive-

It's nowhere near imperial-
And it's not sweet:

Which is to say, real-

Yet I'm not trying
To be your walrus,
Nor your fool on the hill-

For you've made it very clear,
That you don't care for me:

Being as you think
You're very smart and lit-

But for all your apparent heat-
Deep inside you're a cold one:

I shiver from the chill.

Wednesday, July 8, 2009

"Sometimes She Puts"

Abrupt changes
Of direction
And speed-

Sometimes she puts forth
The image of total

And that for a fact,
Comes from
The philosophy
Upon which she feeds:

That she is
The very point
Of the word

Everything else
Is abstract-

That in her beauty,
All she has to do is be!

She is a trance...

And a tease.

"I Can Look"

Above the multitude-
The heights in my mind,
Where I sit in attitude:

I can look
At this whole
American thing-

But I'd just as soon
Stay with the verse,
And wax philosophic-

Because I know
Where I belong-

Endlessly giving a sing
To this:

"My Forever Southern Song".

Tuesday, July 7, 2009

"All The Noise"

Web sites-

A cat's curiosity
At the mad state
Of the world-

And also
Great dismay.

And the precise nature
Of what you mean-
When you say,
You long for
The dawning
Of a brand-new day:

But maybe
You can't even put it
Into words
To explain?

So you
Just shake your head,
And walk away-
Into the gathering darkness
Of the night:

Disappearing down
Some lonely street...

And it's quiet.

"To Stand"

To stand between truth and error-
Between light and darkness:

Between angelic bliss
And demonic terror...

A sense of all worlds-

The one you're existing in,
As well as the ones
You can sometimes feel-

Yet are seldom seen:

Except in sudden,
Quickly fleeting visions,
And dreams...

With every relation thereto-
Going all the way back to Eden,
The garden of God...

And before-

Even though your perception is,
That you've been drifting
Your whole life through.

"For All / For All"

For all who have stood fast-

Even with the foreknowledge
Of what might well be
The frightful chasms
Of the future-

But still remembering,
And holding onto
The good things of the past:

And the willingness to learn...

Even though lies,
And more lies-
Has constantly greeted
The ears and eyes
In this world,
At every turn...

Yes, it's for all-

For all-
For all-

For all who understand:

That as there is a God in Heaven:

So there is a plan.

Monday, July 6, 2009

"Beautiful Caroline"

Beautiful Caroline,
You know, you can
Shine- shine- shine-

Sometimes you can seem
Quite vulnerable-

But you know,
You can be mine-

Yes, Caroline is something
Very fine- sensational:

Dark hair,
Brown eyes-

Beautiful Caroline.

Hear me-

Bring yourself
Near me-

I need you now, Caroline!




"Somewhere in Rural Iowa ( exact year, or even decade- unknown )"

Quietly the absurdity-

The absurdity.


A visitor from another world...


But the responsibility
Is in pointing out the absurdity-

That the visitor from another world,
That was seen walking through
The cornfield late that night-

Was just a circus clown,
Who had gotten drunk-
Had a fight with his wife,
And fallen off the back of
A nearby passing circus train:

But we emptied our guns into him anyway-

Mainly because none of us had ever liked clowns.

"Folk-Lore And Folk-Song"

The enshrined
In folk-lore
And folk-song,
And all that
Which belonged:

Whether how to tell a tale,
Or how to sing a song.

Play the violin,
Or should it be called a fiddle?

Standing alone
On a strange,
Ghostly afternoon:

Taking in mentally already,
The mysteries of the coming night...

With the rising of the moon,
Very full-

And somewhere,
I can feel-

The wolfsbane's in bloom...

Soon it will be twilight.

"Today ( Is Like All The Others )"

The cemetery.

And somewhere,
A songbird sings.

But today
Is like all the others...

For though
I've waited
Ever so faithfully:

The one I loved-

She never visits my grave.

I think she's forgotten about me.

"Southern Poetry Statement"


The language I use,
The Southern language-
Tried and true:

The literary folk rhythm,
And poetic pattern-

Somewhat from the continental
European village,
But mainly of the British Isles-

And not in the style
Of the Latin
Of the ancient
Roman nobility,
Or in the perceived
Optimum academic cadence
Of the classical Greek.

No- nor by any means,
The media darling-
Verbal debauchery,
That runs-
And smears like snot,
Out of the so-called:
American East Coast elite!

For me-
It's none of that at all...

It's just the language I use,
The language of the South-
Tried and true:

The words I was born to,
Raised in-

From birth,
The words heard and used
Down through the generations-

And understood by the Southern people:

Let me tell you now-

I know what I do.

"Words, Words, Words"

Words, words, words,
And the concern was:


What with recent scholarship,
Which was totally made up
With politicians'
And magicians' tricks:

To prove what wasn't,
Was actually there-

If not careful:

Would all come off
Sounding like
Some old
Protest '60s' acid trip:

And it did!
It did-
It did-
It did-

Into it-

So many!

Like a fool:

They slid...

And therefore
In essence,
Nothing was left:

But words...

Words, words, words,
And the concern was:

And it does-

Just like this.


The air-




In the day.

And the birds overhead,
And how they do fly:

Here and there-


Also their song
In the morning,
Greets and follows me
As I walk down the street-

And I look up,
And there-

Through it all:

The sky-


And I miss you.

You set me free
As I demanded,
But now I no longer
Even understand it-

And I miss you.

"Pop Poetry"

No claim for a reservoir
Of literary achievements-

No claim for a flow
Of legendary created verse:

Not here-

Not here-

Just a bit of
Lyric work-
Lyric work-

Often in the vein of this...

That is posted periodically,
As you can see:

Internet pop poetry,
If you will-

Thank you.

"Time To- / Time To-"

Time to write,
Time to read...


Random thoughts...

Maybe not an innovator-

And not always behaving-

And what do you know...

Or Edgar Allan Poe?

This though,
Is not a monologue-

Not a dialogue...

Not a walk upon
A 19th century street
Of cobblestones:



No, just a bit of verse-


A touch of song.



I think not-

Anonymous indeed!

Possibly some singular beguiling bits-
Thrown into some anthology:

But only
If it has my name
Beneath each entry-

For what's the point,
If nobody knows it's me?


Did you say,

I think not-

Anonymous indeed!

For I've always
Had my days and nights-

Whatever ideas
At the moment,
That I might be flying
Like a kite-

Even if it's the old familiar-

With curios to add a sense of slang:

Sometimes rather excessively maybe-

But anonymous?

I can say
For sure,
That's just not me-

Anonymous indeed!

"The Notion That-"

The notion that
Merely to sit
And brood,
Can be-

And for many is,

Or to be
The world master
Of the cynical-

And not even to give a kick-

Against the cobwebs.

Is the notion that-

In every such emotion that-

'Tis true.

"Whatever Is Imaginable Before Me"

Oh, well-






Oh, well!

Whatever is imaginable before me-
Anything and everything...

Though maybe not real:

Yet everything in my mind that I can see-

And not just in outline:

But all in living color, and 3-D...

And I would think with everyone-
That's either the way it is,
Or at least-
How it really ought to be:



"Words ( Just Words )"


Not the words
Of the academies:

Just words...


And maybe walking
Across the ocean-
Stopping for the night,
And building a campfire
Upon the surface of the sea-


Just words:

In this particular piece-
No more than just so many
Words to me.

"Always Suddenly"

Always suddenly
In memory,
You stand before me:

No longer the way
Things are-
But the way
Things used to be:

When I could always
Be sure of your love-

And that you really
Cared for me!

But it's only in memory:

And I don't want
To live on memory-

So I set myself free.

"Never Static"

Never static-
People always
From those
Who are as slow
As a turtle,
To those
Who are as fast
As a rabbit-

But never static:

Never static...

Look around and see,
Every day-
Their hopes and dreams:
A continuous work
Of balancing,
Or expanding:

Millions upon millions
Endlessly coming in
For a three-point,
Or crash landing:

Dealing with their reference data-

But never static.

"Immediately The American"

Immediately the American-

On a daily basis...

Immediately the American-

If a problem arises:

Has a plan...

Or not-


Saturday, July 4, 2009

"A Few Lines In Regard To The Cheshire Cat"

I do not believe
That there can be
Any argument
When it comes
To the fact-

That there have always been those
Who have their own ideas
Concerning the Cheshire cat-

Well, you know:

The whole the point of
Its ceaseless grinning...

Could it be that
Maybe earlier on,
It suddenly realized
It knows where it's at?


Philosophical subtlety-
Or soap subs:

Or multi-track recordings-
With some new added dubs.

A work of art even-
Hung on a wall:

Very optically engaging-

Even if seen as negligible-
By those,
When compared to
The supposed latest
Miracle herb:

Which can create
An atmosphere
Of such a bee hive mentality-

Inciting no end of
New Age raving:

As if making
Lots and lots
Of money,
Is not also involved-

And is that
What you were craving?

"Her Every Move"

Her every move
Is mentally choreographed,
Before she makes it-

Almost down
To every step,
Before she takes it:

She struts
Like a magazine model
Being photographed-

Walking down the street:

She's not the kind
Of a girl
To scuff and scruff-

She's very well aware of herself,
And she knows enough:

Another enchantment of the world-

Kind of reminds me
Of a music video,
Or some movie:

Or like she's
Putting on a live performance
Of a day in the life of a Manhattan girl-

Even though she's never
Been outside the state of Alabama:

But anyone
Can just imagine,
When she sleeps-

What she dreams...

The stage and screen.

Friday, July 3, 2009

"Sleep - Dream"

To sleep-







Within the reach
Of the stars
And the moon.

But always I awake,
And the dream vanishes...

And I realize girl:

I still don't have you.

"Navigating Through Time"

Navigating through time-

That's what we're all doing.

Following the frequency-

That leads us on and on and on.

Navigating through time-

And while doing so...

Look around long enough-
And you really ought to realize,
That no matter what you've been told:

You can row, row, row your boat
As much,
Or as little as you want to-

And yet it still doesn't make life but a dream.

"Read It Now"

You're reading it now-

Maybe not heeding it:

But if you're here,
And your eyes are
Scanning it-

Then you're reading it now.

And the question should arise:

"What am I reading?"

Well, of course,
If it's this-

Which it must be,
If you're reading it now:

It's now what you're reading...

So in essence-

What you're reading,
Is me more or less
Simply repeating-

You're reading it now.

Thursday, July 2, 2009

"The Sense Of The Image Of Elvis In The '70s"

And the mortal remains
Of Elvis Presley in his casket
With rumored applications
Of mortician's wax-

Yet Elvis Presley only
A few years before
In an armchair-

Attempting astral projections-

With an exaggerated
Sense of a need
Of supplication
To someone-

While possibly
Reminiscing back
To his contact
With the pre-Watergate
Nixon Administration:

Revealing to Nixon
In the Oval Office-

His opinion
Of the hippie
Drug culture,
And the Beatles:

Plus tax...

And to be sure-

The image of Elvis
In the '70s:

Along with Las Vegas,
And his constant cross-country,
And seemingly endless tours:

Elvis wasn't from Mars-

Elvis was a rock and roll star.

"This Lyric Blog"

Upon my part,
Only some additional
Attempt at augmentation
In explanation of the theme- themes?

Concerning this lyric blog.

Along with-

Or if you want to,
An electric guitar-

To rock and wail with-
To your own personal observations:

Like finding yourself
On the road to Mandalay,
Or even old Shangri-La.

It's what you read it to mean...

The Internet-

As if it's psychic-

The crypto-spiritual:

Though staying solidly
Within the physical-

No interest in suddenly
Warping someplace else.

Simply sitting comfortably
In front of your computer screen...

And if that's the case-

Then be my quest,
And read on-

Whether you're taking it
Or only as song:

For it is what it is-

And what it is-

Is a lyric blog.

"Old Hong Kong"

Old Hong Kong-

The six images-


And iron:

Psychological undercurrents-

And paper.

So let us explore
The mysteries of telepathy-


And other faces:

And what do you
Think of
When it's miles away?

When it's tomorrow-

When it's now-

When it's yesterday?

"Fundamentally True"

The striving
To be more lyrical,
Like music-

Of temperament
And spirit:

And those moments
When you know it's time-
To take your mind,
And clear it.

Not that you'll see
Everything as new-

No, just the act
Of getting back-

To the basic things...

That like a child,
You've always known
To be fundamentally true.

Such as those-

Though their hearts
Have been so badly broken:

Leaving them in despair...

Will meet somebody new-

And try to love again.

"The Proper Respect"

Every survey
Of ancient history
And tradition-

And the continued interest
In the physical remains
Of long dead Egyptian:


With the deciphering
Of the Rosetta stone...

And though
It's not as if
There's anything
Wrong with reading
And studying
The writings
On tombs
And temples-

It does make you wonder,
When it comes to
These same ancient Egyptians-

If sometimes
They wouldn't mind
Very much-

At least for a while,
Just to find themselves
Being left alone?

That is-

When you consider
The endlessly disturbing
Of their peaceful slumber,
After having been asleep
For so very long?

Though I'll admit
To as much curiosity
As anyone else-

I can't deny-

But that it is fascinating...

Yet I think
There is also such a thing
As making a point
Of simply knowing when
To show the proper respect.

"Reference To You"

To provide a reference to you-

Whenever I think of it-

Which I can assure you,
Is quite often.

It's just something
That I like-

Or rather should I say,
Love to do?

Because I do...

Simply to work all my memories
Of you in somehow-

And provide a reference to you.

"This Poetry? / Unruly?"

This poetry?


Well, excuse me...

It just doesn't matter to me:

If many or any,
Both of which there are plenty-

Say I've impoverished the suppleness
Of what is supposed to be the established verse script:

So what if it's seen
As neither cool nor hip?

Or upon the old literary radar-
It doesn't even pick up a single blip?

For accordingly-

To me:

It's always been...

Lyrics- lyrics- lyrics-

Like a product for your perusal
In a mall or a market:

Open 24 hours-

Come hither-

Night or day!

"And- Who?"


Histories of the world...

Lies and sick philosophies:

And- who withstands Satan...

And what secretive organizations,
And criminal politicians
With the treasonous workings
Against their own nations,
Are giving him a whirl?

And- who?


"Compassionate Thing"

She's a compassionate thing-

At home
And at
The workplace...

It's almost like she sings!

She's a compassionate thing-

Such a compassionate thing-

Sweet and honest!

She's a compassionate thing-

Such a compassionate thing-

Very revealing:

Because that
Makes her
The one
Everybody's sure
To take advantage of.

But she knows how to love.


To get all sentimental,
And then attempt
To write a bit of verse-

Well, you know,
Filled with great eloquence,
Concerning all of my love for you:

Striving to be so very poetic-

But no doubt,
Coming off
Like some run-of-the-mill
Love-struck fool.

Sometimes I get it into my mind,
That I can completely spellbind:

Only to turn around,
And realize-

That I've totally lost
The entire consistency
Of the rhyme.

But babe,
You always look,
And smile at me-
Seeming very pleased:

For you love the words
I've put together
For what they mean-

Even though a poet
I may not be.

Tuesday, June 30, 2009

"The Song...( And The Look In Her Eyes )"

From the look in her eyes-

Like the reflection of blue skies:

It's as if she's floating
In and out of reality:

And her arms are around me...

Becoming lost
In the fast beat

The swirling,

Smiling at me strangely-

The musical notes-
She's saying,
Are like natural highs-

And the whole tune
Is like an hallucinogen...

There's no other explanation:

She's caught up in
The whole surrealistic feeling-

As we move across the dance floor-

It seems the song
Has turned her on...

And the look in her eyes
Are now like those of a cat!

Sunday, June 28, 2009

"Crumpled Pages"

Crumpled pages hit the trash!

For I can say,
I was really trying
For some stinging words-

But they came flying out more
Like some little singing birds:

And the mood
I was striving to set-

Well, it was becoming
Much more worse than yet...

And the whole sense of the thing,
Was suddenly gone in a flash!

Right before my eyes-

Like real rock,
Morphing madly
Into bouncing
Bubblegum pop:

And being as I could clearly see
The deteriorating situation...

As line after line
Became a total waste of time-

Crumpled pages hit the trash!