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Friday, December 30, 2016

Tell Me*

Tell me who you are
And I will do the same.
We can start this thing anew
With no need to cast the blame.

Tell me where you are
And I’ll do the same for you.
It doesn’t matter where we’ve been
Nor matter what we do,

Tell me what you want
And I will also tell the truth.
There’s no need to poke around
And play the lover’s sleuth.

But do not let slip too much.
Let’s hold our secrets dear.
Leave something silent, heart
Or we’ll have no reason for our tears.

We both know love is fragile
And melts like springtime snow.
Our hasty hearts must understand.
Our past reminds us so.


*I feel I must be clear....this poem is directed toward nobody. It has no past, present or future. Writing is a dangerous thing, and can be misdirected and misunderstood.

Monday, December 26, 2016

It Doesn't Matter (Who You Are)

I found an anchor in the desert
Beside the bleached skull of a bull.
I saw a cactus in New York City
In a tub that was about half full.

I found a rifle on the seabed.
I woke up in a cloud hovering the ground.
I even picked a tulip in the ghetto.
It’s crazy where the best things can be found!

I found my first wife in a church
And my second at a hamburger stand.
I discovered life is all a free-style
And God chuckles at our plan.

I rescued my dog from some fool’s gas pipe
And found my buddy behind a star.
Friend, life is an amazing, crazy ride
And it doesn’t matter who you are.

Wish I'd Said That #7

Fear makes people dangerous.

Lt. Joe Kendra, Colorado Springs Police Dept., Homicide Investigator (Ret.)

Wednesday, December 21, 2016

I'm Glad I Said That......

When a person has demonstrably proven they have your end in sight...believe them!

Yes. I said this. Its truth is immediate and raw. The reason I subscribe to this supposition is because it has been aimed directly at me, making me a believer. Never offer your hand to a person who has a weapon is his.
~~ James

Pirates' Chests


Pirates' Chests


What if
Pirates’ chests
Were not treasures at all
But the debris of things gathered
That least mattered
That represented the totality
Of a lifetime of pain
A clutter of unpleasant memory?

I mean
What if
Pirates’ chests
Were not treasures at all
But land mines
Intended to explode
In the finders’ face
That the Discoverer be left
To manage the brutality
Of assorted
And sordid experience?

Really.

What if
Pirates’ chests
Were not treasures at all?
And what if
Yo! Ho! Ho! And a bottle of rum
Were not a cheer
But a dirge for the burial
Of the digger
And a wee bit of toast
To send the unfortunate beggar
To the other side
Where all is not light and good cheer.

What if?

A Seat by the Window


A Seat by the Window


I like the lonely place 
Near the window. 

The one that understands 
What being alone means 
Yet enjoys the sight
Of a pedestrian along the walk
Or a new car parked at the corner
Without feeling a need
To discuss or describe the view.

It seems good
To let the world pass
Unmolested.

Wednesday, December 14, 2016

Neanderthal’s Date


I rode in on a Mastodon

And checked my club at the door.
I grunted to the hostess
And kept my eyes on the floor.

She was seated by the fire
Slowly sipping her wine.
I adjusted my bearskin coat
Thinking she was looking fine.

I ordered a glass of what she had
And wiped the sweat from my brow
Looking through the menu
Hoping for a side of rare cow.

I hadn’t done this in a long time.
We sat in silence all through our date
As I thought about what’s next
Considering my ultimate fate.

She finally said she was going to the restroom
And excused herself from the table.
But she never came back
And I decided her excuse was pure fable.

My Mastodon was double parked
So, I paid the check with some shells and beads
And dragged another dude’s date out
‘Cuz even a caveman has needs!

Wish I'd Written This #1

In the spirit of "Wish I'd Said That" I offer the following lyric, Mutineer,  written by the masterful Warren Zevon. Sadly, Warren is no longer with us, but his work lives forever. I encourage you to find him on Youtube. Mutineer is also wonderfully covered by Jason Isbell and his wife, Amanda Shires. Check out all Isbell does. Currently, he is the man to watch. 


Mutineer


Yo ho ho and a bottle of rum
Hoist the mainsail, here I come
Ain't no room on board for the insincere
You're my witness
I'm your mutineer

I was born to rock the boat
Some may sink but we will float
Grab your coat, let's get out of here
You're my witness
I'm your mutineer

Long ago we laughed at shadows
Lightning flashed and thunder followed
It could never find us here
You're my witness
I'm your mutineer

Long ago we laughed at shadows
Lightning flashed and thunder followed
It could never find us here
You're my witness
I'm your mutineer

I was born to rock the boat
Some may sink but we will float
Grab your coat, let's get out of here
You're my witness
I'm your mutineer

You're my witness
I'm your mutineer
I'm your mutineer

Songwriters: WARREN WILLIAM ZEVON
© Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group