Shiny Side Up, Sticky Side Down: A Collection of Poems

A collection of poems for my friends. ( I hope they don't mind. ) In sum, swell doggerel I thought If these could be But seen and heard Past these pages... I say, Man you script In some swell doggerel. She said If these could be Butt scene and herd Passed, these pages... Aye c'est, Manuscript In sum, swell doggerel. inflection, or two isomorphisms Often he plays, the fool. Oh you won! A way with words; kiss me, hear? Common meet, two for play. Happy are we now and two in love! Never know. Often he plays the fool. Owe you one; Away with words; kiss me here! Common meat to foreplay... Happy are we now and too in love? Never, no. Chemistry Hypergolic girl Catalyzes desire, Oxidation and reduction Fuel exothermic fire. Balanced reaction Hot flash, no ash; Equation satisfaction. Reciprocal Affection Beyond any contradiction, It's a certain conviction Yes without correction, For reciprocal affection This truth is no fiction, Love is more than friction. some sweet sister Sunshine siren so sweetly singing, A green-eyed cutey, a real beauty. Some sweet sister she was mister, There wasn't no way to resist her. No I should have never kissed her Then these lips couldn't miss her, Wouldn't be no wish to untwist her. Once when Once when I was most a child The little girls drove me wild. Those looks purely provocative, Of desire so surely evocative. Pushed by some precocity And excess early velocity, I chased them with ferocity. But since then my friend I've grown a bit older And somehow become colder, Mostly just show a shoulder. Could it be some sad experience Has led me to this defense? killing fields In the killing fields, Thrilling yields Mount the body count. In the daily news, Editorial views Flount the proud count. War's become a game, Such a shame A score, nothing more. a time or two At least a time or two I tried returning those calls, Those telephone calls from you... More'n a quite few times I've dropped dollars in dimes, Yes on trying to connect with you... Even when I do get through Yeah on the telephone to you, There's always a line between us... Talking these desires through Yeah over these wires to you, Oh little operator this'll never do... Pick up on that first ring Won't mean one damn thing, No 'cause you never been the answer... So excuse me while I redial And check this correction, Gonna try to make a better connection... hard to hack, haiku Hard to hack, haiku. Fitting some form ain't my norm, Poetry by rule. Haiku you do Be provactive, of feeling evocative, syllabically. some sweet sylph Some sweet sylph strolling such symmetric synthesis, svelte synergism. by the bottle bye Drinking and dying by the bottle by and by, suicide on rye. There are some women There are some women, take your soul if you let them; best you forget them. Just forget this fight Just forget this fight, smile and walk away from you; wish I knew how to. but one utility Needn't read these pages carefully, they give but one utility; best these humble attempts at rhyme only help pass some else idle time. These words in lines all entwined, just here to entertain the mind; intent hoped easy to find, simplicity is my design. after the crash One, two, many pushes and returns; one too many pops... Silly silicon syndrome; stack scattered, system shattered. Bits of bytes, certain symbols, arcane artifacts, and the occasional Hex character. Now all we can find, these remnants of a kind, memories of a metallic mind. Pascal's patches When our one wish of worth Had been confessed without pretension (no, and not to disrupture structure); Well it was no wicked want, But some certain hurtin' That desire a level higher, Was Type RECORD we wished to acquire... Would our one wish of Wirth Had been possessed without extension; Oh, and not to disrupt your structure. The Left Behind of the Great Society We are the ratted on, The spat upon, The left behind of the Great Society. We are the unemployed, The unenjoyed, The left behind of the Great Society. We are the junkhead, The good as dead, The left behind of the Great Society. We are the wanderer, The soul squanderer, The left behind of the Great Society. We are the crying, The lost men dying, The left behind of the Great Society. In my mystic forest In my mystic forest With just me and Mary Behind the locked door, I squat on my haunches And pull one toke more. Sitting here in the dark The only reality the floor, Closed secure in this womb. A construction of silence And a darkened room. Stoned solo late at night High here in this half light, And nobody with me any more. Just my shadow on the floor And it ain't the same as before. Burnt Doubt Some summer storm's Leaping licking lightning Bolt blasted black Fire fried fingers Sad skeletal stretch Screams silently To a sullen sky. Cold city's beast This is about Bernard Goetz, the subway shooter Cold city's beast rumbles in the East. Stumbles. Falls, crawls. Goetz up. Beast rumbles in the East. For youths bored, cold city's beast. Four youths board city's cold beast. Some trade to ply, they have tools. Drivers of the screw. Four loosening dollars, true. Some trade to ply, a cheap peace. Of conversation for funds. Easy mark. Five dollars? For each of you? A cheap piece. For conservation of funds. Conversation for fun. Four each of you. The iron dog barks, makes sparks. Easy marks. True. Four each of you, shot through. Goetz off. For youths bored, city's cold piece. wet dreams My girl smell sweet 'n' squeaky clean, Yeah you know what it is that I mean My little girl she a scrubbing machine. Oh yes she turn the whirlpool on high, Scrub from her nose on down her thigh Soon she begin to bubble bye an' bye. And when I carry in my bar of soap, That rub a dub girl always tugs the rope Scrubs and rubs til it raises more'n hope. Yes she rub and shine till it gleams, And you have to 'scuse me if it seems This gotta be the best of wet dreams. wicked wounds, worn well Reading these poems all night, some Scripted sheets, soft sell from my Burning bright, Bonnie belle. Through tears blurring sight, see Serious scars, slashed shell hold her Hacked heart, hidden hell. Crying for my heart's delight, now Shared stanzas, sad spell show me Wicked wounds, worn well. Twenty One Well I just turned twenty one, Might say my life's just begun. Less'n a quarter century gone by, My how the time do seem to fly. But even now I can see a setting sun, A sign that life is too soon done. And you wonder why I sit and cry, With so much time left you and I. Let me tell you how it is my friend, Of things I'll not do before the end. Owed to a Drunken Poet The drunken poet pukes Lies in the gutter, Crys in the gutter, Dies in the gutter; With the flies in the gutter. The drunken poet's puke Fries in the gutter, Lies in the gutter, Drys in the gutter; With the flies in the gutter. After Three In the Morning So it's after three in the morning, and me with tears in the eye. Some friends tried to gimme a warning, knew this silly love'd make me cry. And for me to dream of holding you, ah yes these arms enfolding you. Oh no no baby this'll never do, gotta forget these feelings for you. Some sad singer spendin' her lifetime, yeah livin' on just makin believe. Don't sound like no plan of mine, hey I got better'n me to deceive. I think of you often now we're apart, when I do it simply breaks my heart. No I never really been so smart, shoulda known better'n let it start. Say tomorrow's gonna be a brand new day, might not think 'bout you the same way. But if I do hey then all I gotta say, hope these memories just fade away. just confused Crippled and can't dance, like this dead romance. Never had a chance, past circumstance. You led with that smile, weighed the worth of a wile. Said maybe in a while, like time was a trial. Asked me if what I had, did I have it real bad. Said love made you glad, didn't leave you sad. Asked if you're being chased, and I said yes, with haste. No plans then laid waste, this fool's heart began to race. You were innocence and charm, sweetness from the farm. Turkey boy saw no harm, neck snapped without alarm. When you finish your little game, does it always end the same? Love a bit more tame, discard the pawn with no shame? Or just checking my profile, and reaction to denial? And safe in some file, a score for style? And now you want to be excused, say you're just confused. Then why do I feel used, the lady laughing and amused? So broken hearted thought I'd die, For a month all I did was cry. Now I just sad sigh, and let another day go by. Once this was all new to me, now there's no mystery. It's become easy to see, you repeat your history. And hey you needn't thank me, for revealing this discovery. Just let me go free, to continue my recovery. winking eye soft lover's sigh, winking eye sweet lips silk glove, soft winking eye, winked its eye lover's trips soft like a sigh too shy, winked its eye lover's trips soft like a sigh, never no til ya try smooth hips lover's trips winked its eye, soft lover's thigh smooth lipped love, before the sigh, winked its eye soft, like a sigh too shy, winked its eye lover's trips soft love, never know til ya try, winked its eye smooth hips, lover's trips before the sigh winked its eye sweet lips winked its thigh before the sigh, sweet eye lover's trips like a cry before the sigh, soft thigh lover's trips soft, love, too shy to sigh, winked its eye smooth hips lover's trips soft lover's thigh, soft silk glove never no til ya try before the sigh winked its eye lover's trips soft lover's sigh, never know til ya try sweet lips, lover's trips Lesson Never Like a egg in a bowl, My brain is scrambled. Yes, I'm out of control Strange kinda feelin Gotta hold a my soul. (chorus) Yes I must admit that it's true And there's nothing I can do Don't try, You won't get burned That's a lesson [I never learned... Woman I've fallen in love with you. Yeah fun ta be a flashin, With a lady on your arm. But it ain't just the fashion Got my mind a reelin It's a lover's passion. (chorus) Pretty laughing eyes, And the way she smile It ain't no surprise With that happy feelin, Heart just up and flies. (chorus) Workin in the war, Woman ain't no fool Yes she know the score, I can't see no reason To want anything more. (chorus) Yes I must admit that it's true And there's nothing I'd rather do Oh woman I been so happy Since I've fallen in love with you. Don't try, You won't get burned That's a lesson I never learned... parental guidance Just us boys in the band, No sudden surprises planned. The song has no hidden satirics Ain't nothing clever to the lyrics, We got no hard to figure esoterics, And the obvious don't bring hysterics. Blood and guts, wounds and gore, Flip the channel, catch some more. After all, what's entertainment for Good guys, bad guys, Nobody keepin score. Money and crime, death and hate, Big movie screens, ain't it great. Hurry along, don't wanna be late Good guys, bad guys, All to incinerate. Just us boys in the band, No sudden surprises planned. The song has no hidden satirics Ain't nothing clever to the lyrics, We got no hard to figure esoterics, And the obvious don't bring hysterics. Ships to sink, armies to kill, Blazing glory, what a thrill. Villages to burn, blood to spill Good guys, bad guys, Both die with skill. We watch it all, have our checks, No naked ladies, no bedroom treks. Can't have that, an audience to vex Good guys, bad guys, Doing it with no sex. It's a joke, humor indeed to me, Laugh a bit, for it's funny to see. Children watching inquisitively Good guys, bad guys, Wondering how they came to be. poor moth My desire has Such a pretty name, Such a pretty flame. Poor moth. Never gonna be the same. She says, "Only time will tell." And when it does, will it yell? Rise gentle from the dream, Or wake with a shout, a scream? My desire has Such a pretty game, Such a pretty flame. Poor moth. There's no one to blame. She says, "Only time will tell." And when it does, will it yell? Rise gentle from the dream, Or wake with a shout, a scream? My desire has Such a pretty frame, Such a pretty flame. Poor moth. Really has no shame. She says, "Only time will tell." And when it does, will it yell? Rise gentle from the dream, Or wake with a shout, a scream? My desire is Such a pretty dame, Such a pretty flame. Poor moth. Tired of playing tame. She says, "Only time will tell." And when it does, will it yell? Rise gentle from the dream, Or wake with a shout, a scream? My Rock 'n' Roll Music Yes if I hadn't been born lazy, Been dropped and gone half crazy, I'd know better'n dream like I do. But I got my rock 'n' roll music And it always pulls me through. When my latest scheme falls thru And I'm feelin out, down and blue With nothin' and nobody to do, Yes I got my rock 'n' roll music And it always pulls me through. When I got to move, go for sure With a itch no I can't endure I know where to find the cure. I play my rock 'n' roll music And it always pulls me through. And when I'm gonna take a chance With women, love, and romance Or most any other circumstance, I work my rock 'n' roll music And it always pulls me through. *** Yes if I hadn't been born lazy, Been dropped and gone half crazy, I'd know better'n dream like I do. But I got my rock 'n' roll music And it always pulls me through. And just in case you never knew Listen to what I'm telling you, I'm really thankful it's true. Yes I got my rock 'n' roll music And it always pulls me through. When I'm jus' sittin and dreamin, Or workin', and plannin' or schemin, Maybe bending my axe and screamin, I play my rock 'n' roll music And it always pulls me through. Yes and I'm telling you no jive, When the boys in the band arrive It makes me so happy to be alive, They play my rock 'n' roll music And it always pulls me through. Dark Bars Crying guitars. Cool cars. Dark bars. You know the people in these places, Ones with want written in their faces. * Listen to that freeway sound, Fast wheels goin round and round. Lonely Mars. Cool cars. Dark bars. You know the people in these places, Ones with eyes watching private spaces. * Out on the pavement at night, Rolling one more time to get it right. Movie stars. Cool cars. Dark bars. You know the people in these places, Ones a wishing for more than four aces. * Riding with a mind on fire, Out searchin' for that true desire. Candy bars. Cool cars. Dark bars. You know the people in these places, Ones 'at'd have you tied up in traces. * Lookin for love and lies, Hoping to find the eyes that hypnotize. Little jars. Cool Cars. Dark bars. You know the people in these places, Those in your memory the time erases. * Put it in the parking lot, Stroll inside and give it another shot. Vivid scars. Cool cars. Dark bars. You know the people in these places, Look in the mirror and see their faces. * Every night leaves ya blue When cruisin is the only thing you can do. Somaroma Hey what's that aroma, Why the boy in such a coma? He been smokin' base and eatin soma. What's that snortin' sound, Boy been honkin' powder he found? Won't be long a'fore he ain't around. Forget these little lapses, Been some damage to the synapses. Let's watch while his head collapses. *** Forgive the loss of civility, Overlook the lack of stability. Been awhile since he had credibility. And any way you hack it, To profit they have to whack it. These dudes could steal your jacket. Yes got an electric thirst, And it's hurting for the worst. That's why he feeds his head first. *** Sooner or later gonna find Powder to which he's inclined Done ate the middle and left the rind. He's riding that train, Do I really have to explain? You've heard that song 'bout cocaine. But I'll never disagree, And give him grief or agony. If I'm quiet he'll bring some to me. Undercover Lover Yes she's my undercover lover, I won't put nothin' else above her And I don't want to be with no other. Her lovin me and loyalty Set my spirit flying free Undercover lover is the world to me. * Yes she's my undercover lover, I won't put nothin' else above her And I don't want to be with no other. Behind the doors of night, Lady is my heart's delight Undercover lover does it so right. * Yes she's my undercover lover, I won't put nothin' else above her And I don't want to be with no other. This peaceful easy feeling Got me shaking and reeling Undercover lover my heart's a stealing. * Yes she's my undercover lover, I won't put nothin' else above her And I don't want to be with no other. Ask what's on her mind, Get no story and no shaky line Undercover lover is better than fine. * Yes she's my undercover lover, I won't put nothin' else above her And I don't want to be with no other. Sweet memories linger each day, She's been the best in every way Undercover lover oh I hope you stay. * SINGER And may I sing of myself, May I sing my song to you? I would tell of a line of trees, Like soldiers at drill In neat rows Up and down The little valleys and dales, Hills and ridges Of the grass blanket; Stretching away wrinkled To the foot of the bed, Where the granite castles Guard against the river As it seems to gnaw At the blanket's green edge With its teeth Of melted snow... And I would sing of a buttercup, One among a million like it, Going forever to the forest On the meadows nether side; Where the lavender haze Tells the watcher That the lilacs are blooming... And I would tell of a steep sided valley With green grass meadows Spotted With drops of pigment from the sky; Each drop the crowning glory Of an aster or broomflower Hiding among the feet and knees Of gnarled pinion trees... And I would tell of the blue water With its white tipped teeth, Chewing at the granite shore Where the stones are vaulted fortresses To stand the siege of the waves As they roar their eternal wrath... And I would sing of midnight walks In small South Carolina towns, Of babies crying Wet and cold For their mother's kiss; But there is no answer, Only the patter Of the night's rain... And I would sing of cigarettes smoked Alone, Or with the company of one who shares The secrets of my soul... And I would sing of my singers, Those whose spark ignites memories Of love and joy And sorrow; Those who give the fleeting promise Of a better tomorrow, Solace to a weary soul... And I would sing of my tears For the little yellow men; There is no escape for them, Nor for those who come home At reduced rates Because they are shipped In boxes and crates With red, white, and blue wrappers... And I would sing of warm flesh Rippling under my stroking fingers; Alive and responding With warmth to my touch, Moving to the final fusion, Its joy removing For a time at least The sadness of the life It perpetuates... And all of these things, As I sing of them, Sing of me... A Lament Oh yes... You and I, We've been through that Sometime before, Before the sky fell open Bringing rain To the parched land. Before the flowing water Brought life To the barren sand. Before the gentle breeze Shook the leaves With its tender hand. And yet, Though I heard your words; Still, I don't understand. Hearthmother Conjure for me a tiny gem; Make it alive and shimmering With the look of your flaming eyes. And I will hold and keep it warm, And see that its fire never dies. Bliss The cat purrs content In sleep on the satin spread, And knows not my lament On finding so empty a bed. Time Gone Bye Reflecting on what might have been, And what has come to pass It seems so long ago When last we lay In afterglow... But now it’s come to distances And the time gone bye, The separation between You and I... So let’s not talk of love and change, Things we can't rearrange Let's not talk of kisses soft and warm, Wrapping us both In a sleepy summer storm Let's not talk of waking In the cold gray dawn, A new day breaking; Finding you gone Zippo And I I would be as Jehovah; For I too Have created A man. And into him I would breathe Life. And lead him to walk In the naked light Of the sun. And I would be As the Light: I would give him a light. A lesson for the Learning Somewhere... Between the silence of the mountains And the roaring of the sea I found a woman Who showed me The meaning of gladness; Who showed me The meaning of madness... But it was her leaving That showed me The meaning of sadness. Seeker Ask Calchas He knows. Says he does, Anyhow... Soothsayer, Teller of fortunes. Seeker of the light. And you, You and I... Do we know? Doubtful. Blind... Sea Witch Yemaja Lives where the silver sand Touches the sea And the bitch Takes my empty hand, And teases me... So I run, Searching for the land Where I can be free. But no matter Where I choose to stand, She won't let me be. Requiem I loved Your eyes that caressed Smooth as softest silk. I loved Your lips that cast Such shimmering shadows. I loved Your light loving laughter Softly soothing my soul. I loved Your beatiful curving hair Subtle smooth as smoke. Little lovely one I wanted to laugh and play with you All the summer day through. Little lovely one I wanted to lay in love with you All the winter night through. Now the blue shades of the dying day Grow colder and ever more gray As the sunshine of love fades away, While more and more time passes by Leaving only a memmory Of you and I... Winners Hey you! Dinosaur! Can't you take it, Or hack it anymore? Well, hail the primate king, Sovereign of the land... Standing wet and cold, His pockets full of sand. Out there Parts of speech On blackboards Of green Grass is growing Out there Where the sun shines. Advice Get a good lovin' woman, Take her on home But don't never leave A good lovin' woman Alone. Endless Summer When winter comes again, And the leaves of green Have turned to brown I will love you then As I love you now. Living in my world Of pretend; Where what I knew In summer Will never end. Directions Five tents lined in a row, The camp dog's lonely bark Is all you need to know. The reaper was there as they went, And he could easily show The left behind dog Where the soldiers did go. Reaching for the Sun I loved a woman, Every one I've ever known. Sometimes they make me so happy, Sometimes they leave me all alone. But you deceive me, Bring me the joy And leave me... Wishing it had never begun; For us to love each other, Is like Reaching for the sun. Bells of Gold Think I mighta been twelve when I wrote this... Draping the dark trees, Cold and still, icicles like a gown, And wolves howling hungry in the night. With a single match a man on his knees One chance to live till tomorrow. A flickering flame of hope, a chance To move on with his dogs and skis. He sought the Yukon's gold; Near the big bend and high mountain, A lonely grave now marks the spot. Partner beneath the rocks, dead and cold And scars of greed mark his face. He murdered a man, thought his friend For the yellow mineral centuries old. Only the wolves know the crime, And how they remind him now, With hunger's howls to split the night. Got to start the fire, not much time A sudden flare of light, Then nothing but the dark and night. For his death no bells of gold will chime. For His True Love Night a dark cloak upon the land, Still; not a breeze blows now... Not even the wolf leading out his band To seek the rabbit in the timber stand. Light shines suddenly over the hill, Seeking to send a man to Hell A man imprisoned against his will, Sought to lynch, his life to spill. Death seeks him out from the wood As shouting men aid its quest Wanting to end his life for good None would stop it if they could. A murderer caught before the dawn Earning an hour's dark freedom, And now hung; dead and gone A length of rope ending the evil spawn. For a woman's vanity he earned this fate... He thought she loved him dearly And learned the truth too late; For she smiles at Death's new mate. About the author... The author has been emulsified and certified, refried and tie dyed; detoxed and reboxed. Quid pro Quo, uno? Morning's rain This is one of my favorites... Soft patter of morning's rain tapping window's pane and I think of you again... And sometimes just now and again, I feel like I did then. Hoping like clouds and sky, maybe flying together, you and I. Before fools from stylish schools shaped and set private jewels with personal tools, or golden rules. Nice ice, took a touch, cool blue fire aroused desire. Emerald eyes, golden thighs, butt a dream. But a dream never got no higher. Be a lover, be a liar. Eyes nice, take a look, crashed the flier doused the fire. Head ache, heart break. Ass burn, live and learn. Turn, turn, turn. Soft spatter of mourning's reign tapping windows pain when I think of you again... riding again Listen as I try to explain, And perhaps you'll understand. Yes, I been out riding again Prodding the pygmy pony cross the colored sand, Through the painted desert right here in my hand. Some shaman searching high and seeking sky, Out casting longer than planned Stayed away at play for more than a day. So before this story starts to unravel Let's just say it's a pleasant way to travel...