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Joey was a private eye.
His gun was black and cold
and everywhere that Joey went
the gun would be there bold.
He killed a man the other day.
He does this quite a lot.
Just self defense, he had to say.
He fills the graveyard plots.
The Queen Of All Evil
Sitting next to a Chevelle
Sneered and said
You think you're bad
But I'm straight from Hell
My Bobby takes good care of me
And I always get the best
I'm black trim and red hot paint
Not like all the rest
Thirteen skulls on my hood
Amidst the flames on black
I have my temper-tantrums
I'm the cross on Bobby's back
My middle name is Done Twice
Sometimes it is Done Three
No matter, what I'm looking good
And it don't come for free
A September day
So bright yet so damp
Disturbing the rhythm
Set by summers lamp
The colors of autumn
Were spread all around
A chill in the air
And leaves on the ground
A curbside bench
Facing a garden
Looking as inviting
As a plush ottoman
Unwanted weeds
And a thicket or two
A barren tree stood
Amidst these outgrew
we wish you well
pain can be overcome
by composing poetry
as you do friend
i only hold your morale high up
upon the bamboo tree
some day
one day
we all have to go
why bamboo ?
ask me
its straight and unbreakable
like thee
so be happy
like me
I died in 1977
AND
came alive
just to read your indelible poetry
my mind has so been branded
by
thy poetry
THE APARTMENT is huge
"I like the space" she says
and sits by the iron heater
sniffing glue...the old television
chattering like monkeys on Saturdays
at the zoo....
the inheritance trust grows or dwindles
like rust.....I havent a clue
but my ravenous greed shines on
the smile of my lips
my wolf eyes with lanky hair
it has become a cage...a prison
and a lair..
VIGIL
I follow the day as it comes
and acquiesce to its limitatons
My will gives in to existence::
the body is broken beyond all prayer
the mind languishes in defeat
and the soul cowers in its stillness
too fearful to be discovered.
I keep a silent vigil and wait
while the hours go by
wondering which will be mine.
The age of miracles is gone
and faith has fallen into myth.
Where is the Christ I knew.
Where is the bliss of Heaven's Hope
Who has betrayed human kind.
Yeah come over...
the night is young ...
we are warm ...
love is in the air
all around...
SILVER LININGS
Silver-lined clouds and rainbow rains
buttercup fields in West Virginia
days when my heart felt another
safely sleeping in the womb
the sudden death of being born
and the sudden birth that death brings
Ill winds blew in from the south
Waves built up in a series
Grey skies poured from the mouth
Brought forth the miseries
No more calm before the storm
Terror takes it's place
Nothing now, is the norm
See fear's lonely face
The fight to keep on swimming
Against the tide of lies
Brings no hope of winning
No thought of sunny skies
Just when all is thought a loss
A hand comes from above
Lifts one from the waves that toss
Buoys them with true love
I am number ninety three
named for my gestation vat
where I first came to be
and then was decanted stat!
A tube was then run down my nose
a direct route for all nutrients
to my stomach tasteless fluid flows.
I know no taste, I know no scent.
At two cycles they replaced one eye
with a telephoto infra red lens.
I guess it hurt, I didn't cry.
Emotions deemed the worst of sins.