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NO FUTURE, NO FUN, ONLY FAILURE

Perhaps that’s bothers me most
Haunting and hunting for me as a ghost
She had to have known I’d end up injured
Yet ignored what I had suffered and endured

I put up with promises I knew were secretive dreams
I put up with wondering if the lady is what she seems
My second nature obviously beat the s**t out of my first
And not only that but second nature did its f*****g worst

She must have known my body, spirit and mind would fall apart
I have too much compassion and soul within my heart
So I provided what she needed with no price, bill or fee
But she had to have known the last man to do this to was me

So now I yearn to do all the things she knew I shouldn’t do
Like drinking and drugging myself half to death and that is nothing new
She’s comfy while I wish I were being welcomed into hell by it’s host
And perhaps that’s what bothers me most
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Especially this time of the year,
Of all the things I like to hear,
I would love to hear from you,
Of all the things that you do.

HEY DOC, YOUR DAUGHTER MAKES ME HARD AS A ROCK

“Now relax while I show you some pictures and tell me what you see
I don’t want you to hypothesize, analyze or criticize
forget about the couch and of course forget about me
Just stare at what I show you and describe what you see with your own two eyes”

Now in this first one describe what you decipher please
Simply stare straight ahead at what I show you
“okay doc, I see your wife with the mailman and she’s on her knees
And he’s telling her, in explicit terms, what he wants her to do

by the way doc, is that a picture of your daughter over there?
“well I usually don’t answer my patients queries but yes that’s my lovely young Bess”
Now let’s get back to the Raushack and what you see while making yourself quite clear”
Okay doc, I see me and your lovely Bess as she’s sensuously and hurriedly removing her dress

“and in this picture tell me what you imagine and observe”
Well, I see your mother telling your father to f**k her from behind
“Now let me tell you something mister because you’ve really got a lot of nerve”
Hey, I’m just telling you what I conjured up within my mind

“Okay then, now this is the last picture and thankfully we’re done
Done for the today when your hour ceases to be”
Okay, I see me forcing open your mouth and insert a forty-five caliber gun
So tell me Doctor, surely there can’t be anything wrong with me
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melancholy baby

ON SPIRITS, SAINTS AND SPITTOONS

If you want to love me but find yourself unable
If that is buried deep within you about me
First of all don’t put a setting for me at the table
And for Christ’s sake, just take back the key

This whole palace is your’s and your’s alone
Bedrooms with pink sheets AND a comforter to match
And when I’m gone and you know it’s me don’t pick up the phone
Lock the windows, lock the door, and double check the latch

I see love in your eyes but surrender in your voice
It seems you’ve succumbed to a wish you hold in your heart
I must admit, knowing myself as I do you are given very little choice
Just make certain to do all the things you need to whenever I depart

I’m a spirit of spittoons and a Saint of outhouses and such
While you’ve two cars, one you don’t drive, and are oh so very rich
I remember the first time you said ‘I need your gentle touch’
But now I can opine that you’re father’s a coward and probably bends over for the b*tch
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A BRIDGE OVER THE RIVER QUIET

‘Tis the infancy of yet another day
And I hear it crying for its bottle now
But I know the sun is no child anyway
It can be a sadistic sun and it will teach you how

I live under a tunnel on the highway’s right
Yet wrong I may ever be
I found an old mattress the other night
but discomfort doesn’t bother me

Today yesterday is but an artifact
An ancient find to hunters seeking the past
But it seems the sun and Satan have some sort of pact
Alas, whatever it is will probably hold fast

I’m lucky enough to live with my lover
She’s agreed to live free along with me
And often when it rains we needn’t run for cover
The umbrella is our love always to be

The term “shelter” means different things to different people I know
Shelter to some might mean a mansion in France
To people like me and my lover “shelter” means just somewhere else to go
Moved by an emphatic embrace and the lives we each for the other enhance

To us rain, cold or snow doesn’t mean we get up and go
It’s the tortuous sun we know will eventually come
So we weather the weather knowing all we need to know
For my lover and me may be homeless but neither of us is dumb

Now let’s get back to the infant sun and the fear of it’s adolescence
Because as we know children can often be rambunctious and rude
In the heat of mid-day we suffer an adult sun’s insolence
And being fully grown it only treats us kindly when it happens to be in the mood
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yeah
m.d.= mentally defective

CHARMING AND ALARMINGLY DISARMING

A seventeen year old white kid shouldn’t be in such a place
And shouldn’t be in such a lady’s embrace
Yet there strolled I in the darkness of desperation
And all too soon it became a hazardous occupation

My eyes saw the midnight moon but it mattered not
I went there whether the weather was frigid or hot
Strolling among people so different than me
Yet the lady would not let any of us live free

My eyes widened when I saw what was straight ahead
A lady that could leave me comatose or dead
yet a seventeen year old white kid sat on the street
Craving in the cold and scared of the summer time’s heat

A seventeen year old white boy shouldn’t be there
And back then that lady fully filled people with fear
But I needed immediate relief only she could provide
As I continued to let the lady become my only guide

All those years ago among friends I was the only one
And day by day heroin had me on the run
Searching on corners and looking in bars
While a white boy in Harlem at midnight may as well have been on Mars

I was a stranger meeting strangers by the score
And that’s what I’d done a hundred times or more
Because no matter what was happening the lady displayed her charm
And that lady, Ms. Heroin, grew more grievous with every shot in my arm
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I THOUGHT I HEARD THE WORD THIRD

I used to walk south to twenty-third and eighth then make a left hand turn
I walked all the way in ragged jeans and shoes that ain’t got no sole
My mission was to reach a man who actually made me wish to learn
To know the streets and read the faces as he did became my ultimate goal

He was filthy but with clothes not very old
His name was J. Harrington the third
More than a few of us sat transfixed on what we were told
And marveled at every single word

He’d describe what he nor anyone knew for sure
Is it darkness ever after or a table with Jesus as his newest guest
Is their deity sitting around inventing a new disease for which there is no cure
And all of us would praise Mr. Harrington at superiority’s request

He’d speak of the things he’s done that he can never take back
He was old now but his conscience would ever stay young
He spoke of life as if all we needed was a roof over a shack
And let go of the dreams of fancy to which we all clung

One morning of late I made my same old trip
Walk to a man I was beholden to for knowledge and more
He talked of steamers, steam engines and stowing away on a ship
But now we’re left on our own since Mr. J. Harrington the third gave up the night before
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from ridge to sea
sure drift of gulls
sea pilots
submarine view

a harlots nest
on a blood ocean
did you find me
valentine true

shoreline escape
to the wind
are we rising
serpentine blue

warm river winds
from the valleys
that knew us
crystalline hue

Mum what’s a Covid virus ?
My friends are all afraid,
We have to keep our distance,
And it’s so long since we played.

We need to meet so badly,
We’re just sick of being refused,
As we are only six years old,
And really quite confused.

So when can we return to school ?
To learn in our classroom,
To laugh and play together,
It’s not the same on zoom.

Why can’t we visit Granny ?
I’m told she can’t come here,
Each time we speak across the phone,
I hear her shed a tear.

I miss her hugs and stories,
That I’m her hearts beguile,
I remember well her countenance,
Though a mask conceals her smile.

I hope that she’s not lonely,
For that would make me cry,
And yet if we hugged Granny,
Does that mean she might die ?

I pray each night the vaccine works,
To cure the lock down pain,
And make the virus dissappear,
So we can play again.

‘TWIXT A TWERP AND A TWIN

are you the one who is trying to come ‘twixt she and me?
Are you the one who makes her blush like the roses we Are blessed to see?
Couldst you be the one to split up a couple alegedly laden with love?
And are you the one who promised to gather and grant her every star above?

Wouldst thou presume to have the power
At any second, minute or hour
To make me fade like a fireplace and its smoke
And then try to rekindle the embers she came to stoke

Must you be taught about her ample lust?
And the pies she bakes with a buttery crust?
Will you be the one, the weed and the wedge?
But take heed when she’s tries to lead you the edge

So, you must be the one who thinks himself suave and urbane
Okay, I say, go learn about the intricacies of the lady’s brain
Then strike up a conversation about being handsome and rich
Do all that because I certainly don’t want the ignorant b*tch
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