Saturday, August 23, 2008
the jungle
out there in the concrete jungle
warrior's brave must all men be
they live until they make a bungle
until they do they're wild and free
tribes and turf and boundary lines
their oath is penned in blood
they wheel and deal and strut and steal
and play the game of gangsta stud
a scary place by night or day
glass and concrete steel and trash
Some dude somewhere has a gun
the side walk is their final crash
2008
warrior's brave must all men be
they live until they make a bungle
until they do they're wild and free
tribes and turf and boundary lines
their oath is penned in blood
they wheel and deal and strut and steal
and play the game of gangsta stud
a scary place by night or day
glass and concrete steel and trash
Some dude somewhere has a gun
the side walk is their final crash
2008
Friday, August 22, 2008
Tuesday, August 19, 2008
Monday, August 18, 2008
Buyin' time and payin' dues
sometimes i don't know why
sometimes i don't know why
why i stay with you
the queen of blues
someone should tell me
someone should tell me
what makes you like you is
what you is is just bad news
but who would know better'n me?
but who would know better'n me?
the way you are
'less they standin' in my shoes
on a train and cain't get off
on a train and cain't get off
here i am, solid lost
buyin' time and payin' dues
1976
a poem found in an old book
sometimes i don't know why
why i stay with you
the queen of blues
someone should tell me
someone should tell me
what makes you like you is
what you is is just bad news
but who would know better'n me?
but who would know better'n me?
the way you are
'less they standin' in my shoes
on a train and cain't get off
on a train and cain't get off
here i am, solid lost
buyin' time and payin' dues
1976
a poem found in an old book
Saturday, August 16, 2008
Fate and Time
The moving finger writes,
and having writ
moves on.
Nor all your piety and wit
can call it back,
or cancel half a line,
nor all your tears
wash out a word of it.
Omar Khayyam
The Rubiyat
and having writ
moves on.
Nor all your piety and wit
can call it back,
or cancel half a line,
nor all your tears
wash out a word of it.
Omar Khayyam
The Rubiyat
Thursday, August 07, 2008
Mademoiselle
inner sanctum
where i dwell
with my lovely
mademoiselle
peaceful mornings
special spell
secret things
i'll never tell
early colors
soft pastel
something beckons
woman smell
happy in our
private cell
you and i
my mademoiselle
1993
where i dwell
with my lovely
mademoiselle
peaceful mornings
special spell
secret things
i'll never tell
early colors
soft pastel
something beckons
woman smell
happy in our
private cell
you and i
my mademoiselle
1993
Tuesday, August 05, 2008
when you gonna let your long hair down
before you fly clear out of town?
when you gonna tell me its all over
before you find that four-leaf clover?
when you gonna run and disappear
before the rains come back next year?
when you gonna pack your precious things
before you see what next month brings?
lines i wrote and didn't
title or date. . .
before you fly clear out of town?
when you gonna tell me its all over
before you find that four-leaf clover?
when you gonna run and disappear
before the rains come back next year?
when you gonna pack your precious things
before you see what next month brings?
lines i wrote and didn't
title or date. . .