Oceanzest Poetry (270)

Steely Dan be damned
pretzels you can't use
I want to tour the Southland
in me ultra fancy shoes

I have never met Napoleon
but I plan to find the time
we'll share some pepperoni
and a margarita topped with lime

we'd get a raucous chorus
a travelling minstrel show
but those days are gone forever
over a long time ago

Peace flows into me
As the tide to the pool by the shore;
It is mine forevermore,
It will not ebb like the sea.

I am the pool of blue
That worships the vivid sky;
My hopes were heaven-high,
They are fulfilled in you.

I am the pool of gold
When sunset burns and dies –
You are my deepening skies;
Give me your stars to hold.

Kieseritzky Gambit
black Nazi queens
Warhol in spandex
Diamond Dust Shoes
Duchamp's
nude descending
Sputnik '57
circulatory
pink thieves
rubber gun
castration complex
Finnegan's Wake

A bowl of lemons
on the wooden table
citrus catches the sun
that falls for you and me
season to season
bud to flower
such kindred spirits
we enlist the blossoms
every dew morning day

you can't win if you don't even try
you can't win just walking by
softly
she said, "its a shame if you're just going to lie
in the morning I'm just going to fly"
softly
here's a thing I just have to say
I've got the power to reason away
softly
if you know me there's nothing ado
when you know me we can get through
softly

cool marble relief
nasturtiums in a vase
passage of the day

north of the border
south of the sun
wouldn't give our love
more than five to one

skin to skin baby
with the dealing done
wouldn't give our love
more than five to one

your lips are cold now
now the morning come
wouldn't give our love
more than five to one

end of the highway
where your spirit sprung
wouldn't give our love
more than five to one

Oh, I really don't know what happened
oh, and I really don't seem to care
in a way it seemed so dramatic
the way I left you standing there

could have have asked one more time to hold you
could have asked one more time from fear
but I never really knew what happened
so I couldn't really shed a tear

somewhere in the distant future
I'll call you up, hope you're feeling fine
then maybe we can make it happen
make it happen one more time

she gave me rest
my cinnamon girl
in cushioned repose
telling me tales
tall
as the high masts
of the seagoing clipper
paintings
on her walls
every sailor
tethered there
on her long lines
Jamaica fare
steel drum and ganja
rhythm divine
in the darkness
she would whistle
the harder they come
the harder they fall
one and all

There's a lamp-stand in the corner
it shine its light down on the floor
a red moon out my window
brought the sheriff to my door

I said the whisky made us frisky
we was fighting tooth and claw
she was dancing on my table
with her body in the raw

Then she stole my sports car
took the money from the drawer
while I was sleeping off the drinking
she was running from the law

Last time I'll bed little Suzie
with the hips you can't ignore
with her two guns and ammunition
and appetite to score

A moth goes into a podiatrist's office
The podiatrist asks "How can I help you sir?"
Moth: "Well you know how it goes, I've been married to the same Mrs Moth for 30 years, and we just go through the motions, I feel any spark has long ago gone..
Podiatrist:" Aha.."
Moth: "And my kids have all grown up and flown, one got pregnant to a moth I don't like and the other threw in his college education and joined a commune. I just feel like life isn't delivering for me anymore.."
Podiatrist: "I see, it does sound like you need to talk to a psychiatrist, why did you come in to see me?"
Moth: "Well, the light was on.."

the breeze from the ocean
paused in sequence
with his entrance
the immaculate beachwear
gold rimmed Polaroid filtered
temple of a man
who had accomplished
the two women act
both now sizzling
in his undertow
energized by
Dionysian impulse
for the ultra man

He toasted me from the distance
"to the cause my friend" he nodded
"to liberty from your slave morality"
and with the whitest smile
he raised the glass
and returned to his entourage