Monday, March 16, 2020

Prostrate or Prostate

So what of replacement of worn-out parts
of an apparatus that warms my heart
the enlargement of a mojo youthful
Or removal of a feature no longer useful
Only a brain cannot be changed
and libido cannot be rearranged
In the pain a fool feels losing face
To endure through life before leaving this place
On five strings strumming, missing bass
Rectify me to heights unknown
To not live avoiding hell alone
Like Ahab ranting on his ivory stick
With revenge in mind for Moby Dick
In God’s artful hand do I solemnly trust
The fateful outcome, break or bust
My faith in goodness need not wait
On its eventide celebrate
Roar like Irish, drunk and singing
Written in tomorrow’s stinging
Not for lull of cancellation
Not for any weird vacation
But restful sleep without a pee
Stop the bladder filling me
To face a problem easily forgotten
And not become another’s burden
Though seeds no longer burst
But stop my movements for the worst
Even if the spring no longer seeps
Lay down beside me
Love is not for keeps*

March 16, 2020
(*apologies to Peter Townsend)
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Tuesday, March 3, 2020

Separate Love


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Divide your love from passion,
Remove the caress from your heart.
Pay attention to what not to mention.
It feels like it could tear us apart.
She did not put my hand on her breast,
Jump on my lap or give me a kiss,
Rub my crotch with each whiskey sip,
But cooled my heart
And cooled my heat by asking me to stop;
That her hand could not do the job
Of holding me on for a dance.
But she also never asked for a hundred
Tucked into her cleavage.
Only unexpressed permission
Is what she gave me,
To move my tone arm to side ‘B’,
The song not on our first album,
The song that will make the rarities, 
Released after a passionate love,
Without making feathers fly.
What rock ‘n’ rollers sleep with on the road:
The lover at home that carries the load.
Though she arranged the place,
Closed her eyes blind,
Said ‘Have a good time’ when I went away.
She turned out the light
When I came home late that night,
Asking nothing in the morning.

March 3, 2020
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Sunday, March 1, 2020

In dreams alive we are enlightened


In dreams alive we are enlightened
Rippling winds remind us
That He who await the taste of sky pie
Has funeral proceedings in one’s eye
By reading the book of the dead to cats
Follow through my finger food
The way to understood so good
She knew to calm me down with meows


March 1, 2020