Sung to "Edison"

instead of riding up Han River

exercising myself for the day

to the roof garden where i live sir

where Sweeney-Poo likes to play

Sweeney-Poo likes to play

 

the weather has changed not for the better

clouds thicken dark no smog today

wind whips the fourteenth floor rooftop

where Sweeney-Poo comes to play

Sweeney-Poo comes to play

 

oh, now, don't have a cow

you're gonna be bluish

unless you are Jewish

Sweeney-Poo comes to play

Sweeney-Poo comes to play

 

looks like the rain is coming in soon

temperature dropped twenty points today

Sweeney looks scared against the rim where

Sweeney-Poo likes to play

Sweeney-Poo likes to play

 

12-18-12



America on Record: The Inventors I

steel reeds, strips of steel

attached to an

 electro-magnet

making and breaking a current

tuning forks of different pitches

receivers tuned to

 many frequencies

off and on,

 on and off

on long on short

off long off short

 layers of dots and dashes

more than morse

western union's remorse

 

a thin slice of metal

attached to one pole of an

electro-magnet

with the other end of a thin slice

just over the opposite pole of the

electro-magnet

pluck a reed

go on, pluck a reed next to it

produce a current to activate the

electro-magnet

way on over on the other end

and hear the pitch

 from the other end

 

 

with the current off

in the other room he said

"free the reed, Watson"

and Watson plucked the reed

vibrating the reed in Bell's room

Bell moved his ear close to the

electro-magnet

he swears he heard

the sound from Watson's room

flashed from a noise

he tried it again

"come here, I want you"

Watson listened to

electric speech

 

 

12-15-12

 

 

Sung to "Lather"

(sung to "Lather")

david is fifty-eight years these days

he's given back all of his joys

his friends they send Facebook e-mails to him

of their lives which they cannot enjoy

there was darling jimmy, forty-seven maybe

for him life is mostly a prank

and sergeant  Goldschmidt giving pearls to shit

while letting his very soul sank

but david can finally like what he does

lying nude in dear Lin Shih-Hwang's hands

kissing nipples on breasts that look like bumps

and loving her like a free man

12-13-12

Sit Well - Dangerous

thank you for letting me back in this place

been sneezing and wrenching and losing my face

the birds are still flying

the Han waters trying

to tumble o'er every disgrace

i'm riding here at my own pace

the juxtaposition of death and fruition

folded while i held the ace

thank you, dear lord, for saving my place

on a dyke between Buddha and Han

12-13-12

Han River Way

here i am

here for me

what i want

is plain to see

 

food and weather

ride a bike

it's easy to be free

when i do what i like

 

i'm here with you

not only here for you

it's nothing new

you want to be here, too

 

what you brew

is up to you

what you blew

is your trip, too

 

give me affection

i'll look in your direction

make me an erection

that's a sweet confection

 

without democracy

as far as eyes can see

government corruption

corporate gumption

 

it doesn't really matter

the forest or the trees

more chance of killing fleas

than finding lasting peace

 

i can't teach you

if i can't reach you

the deemed mock you see

ruined your ABC's

 

dumbness everywhere

does anybody care?

taiwanese aware

the terror happened here

 

now it's happening there

bomb your underwear

so here is where i am

thank you, uncle sam

 

you made it hard to stay

enjoy a Brooklyn day

here is where i'll play

biking the Han River way

 

12-6-12

 

 

 



One's a Happy Male

one's a happy male

one's a lonely anarchist

one's beside himself in false starts

one's got automobiles to wash and show

one's got answers to every union question

two's walking by looking at me

fours a train passing by with no eyes

many's the time i have wondered

and all i can do is make you wonder why

how wonderful it is

when your heads are out of your asses

 

12-2-12

 



The Days of Future Pass

the days of future pass

i sit here without clock

with no remorse

but a bike or horse

to be able to go

to stay and watch the Han go by

retirement indeed

'the smell of grass

helps me pass into a dream'

awe cannot be explained

come flutter by with me Leona butterfly

 

12-1-12