Rock the boat by the Hues
Still I Wanna Get Next to you by Rose Royce
an instrumental hit - i can't think
of the name of it by Rohanon
Fly Robin Fly - by the Silver Convention
You're a Native New Yorker - I can't think
of who by
You're the One That I Want
by Olivia Newton John and John Travolta
If i Can't Have You by Yvonne Elaman
and more, more, more by
Andrea True Connection

You alert me to when someone is
trying to put me down and tell me what
to do.
You buck me up with a secret signal
body language wise when you can
tell I'm depressed.
you know I like to speak but
it doesn't have to be first.
You know I admire you.
Like I say I like your odor or what
I imagine your odor to be
and your clothes and your build
I've already said
finally I like to pretend
I have someone of the opposite
*** like you specifically to rely
on again.

The only way to learn is the hard way
so some people say.
I like subtle teaching.
Let it hold sway
but if you think you're dense
then there's no false pretenses here,
getting hit on the head
with the truth thru a can of mace.
You obey.
Why not obey is an
institution emphasized
societe'.
"Get in line."
"Cooperate
and graduate, or else."
"hear what I say.
It's all the same.

The Neil Diamond song of
those last 2 years - Melody Road
tells me the seconds tick away
to this deadline and that
deadline that I've set
for myself
to be goal-oriented for once.
Purposes I learned
at first as in Aristotle
but aimless wandering
has made me believe
in the subconscious
and how the sledgehammer
might land
right in my hand.
So settle down
I tell myself,
regroup,
and don't be afraid
to have some goals
rather than prosper
late in life

Limericks won't do
a sketch or two is too cool
when there's a fool messin' with you.
The point is
nothin' else lives
to him
for it's a sin
life in us except with him
you've got to have machoness in your repertoire
or they'll label you a sis.
That's when you being to feel something's amiss
and that's with him you've gone too far
so regroup
digest his ****
even if it's a bunch of bull
and comes up for more or else you'll drown
in an abyss
and be worries about just what is
a junior miss
fool - drip?
this is a diff.
what's the diff?
along as you, don't get his syph?

Wish bone offense
umbrella defense
There's an instant replay in the left,
900 wooden horses on the right,
marching in time
to the little people in the stands,
big people actually,
rooting on their team.
Let's hear it for "the boy".
Let's give "the boy" a hand
all the woodchopper's ball
though,
or what?

Rexon the Rez,
see there's a rendezvous
with tex
so rex and tex
can be
in the rez
forever.
Where is that rez?
tex asks
it's where thefeos are.
feps?
meta-pattt!
drop?
not Marilyn Monroe!

Aguiyo
Pacquio
Shania
Mariah
Shenequet
Kennekuk
Lend a hand
But take a message to Maria?
Shania you handle it?
and Mark Aguirre?
Maybe
He's wiry enough
Hank wasn't

Like when my best friend
signed a 1049 (volunteering on a form) for Vietnam
rather than volunteering out loud
like he was giving in to the paper tigers
lifers
when mother and father both died,
when my wife scolded me when
we were going together for having
kinda like a girlfriend
at a summer job on Cape Cod
when James Brown died
when a black car here
at the Danville VA more or less
so seemed to me
to be accusing me of racism
at the beauty of patriotism
I've noticed periodically in my life.

An icky flophouse in downtown
LA,
The Astor Hotel- a famous New
York City Hotel,
The hotel breslin in midtown south
In N.Y.- an out of the way one
A rusty- watered motel room late at
Night on a lonely stretch of the
Jursey Pike,
A run down drive in Chapagin I stayed
In with a 'Girlfriend' so we could do it.

I do like home-made burgers, the kind that our mothers used to make on Saturday night that even though they put hair on the chest - I felt like I had enough of that.

I like cook-out burgers straight-up, though.

I like the Big Mac. It's easy to get down.

I love the Whopper! It's so juicy cool.

I like the thick burgers that Hardees puts out, especially the baby-back rib one, even though the fat nauseated me and us Muslims aren't supposed to eat pork.

I like the mushroom and swiss, one of my favorite ones, it's got mushrooms.

I like the bacon cheeseburger. Once again, I shouldn't be eating the bacon, though.

Steak-n-Shake I'm unimpressed with, although I used to like their steak burgers with pickles and ketchup back when Steak-n-Shake was good, as well as their cheeseburger with 2 dill pickle spears and their lettuce-tomato burger used to be really tasty.

By the way, I'll throw in that I like the Chicago Dog much more that any old burger.

And that the bacon and cheeseburger is my favorite.

Go ahead toil with the soil.
Let things come to a boil.
Boil an egg for all I care.
Just release the oil
into a giant spill in the
middle
of Texas!

My once again "girlfriend" (black chick)
makes me think of things of the lectors in
white heads philosophy
Janet Jackson makes me think of the
residence in Einstein's theory of relating
in unusually **** black
secretary
here at the hospital makes
me thinking of the hard rocks, how they compare,
and their essence
Marilyn Monroe makes me think of
the "spirit of 76" at the beginning of
the local 4th of July parade in Champaign
and the ways and where fires or
the 3 figures
Pave Prentiss I find hard to compare
to Pinifela Evan in looks although
they look alike in the face to me.
and soon!

Underwood
If I could I would -
what, make love to her?
no, rhyme something with Underwood
besides could and would
nice pegs
and in nice legs
pretty face
as in mitch and lace
to me
you see
talented as in a career
we know all the rest!

by the way yeah the song "Imaginary Lover"
and the song "Secret Lovers" too
if I'm permeated with lust don't sue.
the song with the lines  "I need a lover
who won't blow my cover" comes to mind
she's gotta have a neat sign.
love hobnob
eat together over cob on the corn
it and lobster.
and make love like we're mobsters
hand in hand like go
over pupating paypal
when we flow
it just isn't low
and we know the lows
like each other minds we blow
love.
dove.
shove?
****?
hoho, we even love lovers glow.

They sought
across the meridian
They even came from the Caribbean
and have made ink in the Tribune
Prime mover
better than Herbert Hoover
better than the Grand Cooley Dam
they has all sorts of Jam
Who are they?
Indiana blooded
but not *****
from great tribes
but not trying to hide
or get in another side
The number one selling book
Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee
by Dee Brown
and voices heard from the incident
by that name
despite these they still don't make a big deal
about a strain of blood
but to di they just probably don't want to go thee
in the mud
of the king of blood
Immortal life
is on their minds
when, for example
they get that song line like me aimed at them
"Can music save your mortal soul"
Oh well some weird kind of projection.

Lean on
Dream on
Gleam on
Scream on
Ream on
Team on
All gone
in the Algonquin
Yeah Juan
and John
and an ex-con
and the man called the Fonz

I don't know if anyone
looks that qualified
I ko know
that rough parts of my
poetry might qualify.
and an occasional charity card
is worth saving
just in case I become famous
and go back on life for fun
and the used wrappers
let me know that latest paper back is right for ***
and the rest of the stuff
insane for men
even Ken can old daycare apartment with
and add in a pocket full of miracles
too.
the parse water have
you fine for periodical
come in clear too
and warm

you alert me to when someone is
trying to put me down and tell me what
to do
you buck me up with a secret signal
body language wise when you can
tell i'm depressed
you know i'm relieved to see you.
you know I like to speak but
it doesn't have to be first
you know I admire you.
like I say I like your odor or what
I imagine your odor to be
and your clothes and your build
I've already said
finally I like to pretend
I have someone of the opposite
*** like you specifically to rely
in again.
if I entrust you with your
gut feeling about such and
such what would you do?
if I let you know that I apming well
influenced you to the nta degree what would
you do?
if I let you snow how you can fall shoelessly
in life easily like me what would you do?
If I let you know I love your bluntness
with me about aspects of me what would you do?
if I let a slew of people know that
i'm impressed with their taste inspire
of them being name preppy and socall
compare maybe what would they do?
if I let Donald Trump know i'm envious
of his snacking out his neck for the U.S.
what would he do?
when a medical professional might let
me know that "that's not good" about
connecting "wrong with me" and that all about
me do I still consider them as reassuring
me that they're concerned about my in
ground health?
if I got "secret pills" know that I feel
there's awesome love retrilen us what
would they do?
so much for that

Their hits are like top 40 country -
That's just as good as a flood of classic rock on top 40 FM stations.
Hits like they had in Cotton Candy (Hirt),
Last Date (Floyd Cramer)
and, I believe, Alley Cat (Bent Tafrie)
may sound trite and stale to real music outies
and long haves erudite and fascinating,
but nothing like keeping it simple, stupid,
like the infantry motto says -
and avoid all the affected esoterian in cult music circles.

Sanchez and Frazier sound like keys
Tate and Judge got me on my knees
Though
They know so much about Tree's blow
Five o'clock high
And Greg Bird is hitting now
into the sky
The spring training
what with late afternoon day games,
not reminding me of a veteran
remains
and even Mason Williams
could be used
even if Aaron Hicks
blows a fuse,
there.
All is fair...

JuJu fruit
probably cause
I think
they won't make me toot
but more than that
I like the texture
and variety
so it makes me a fixture
at the movies
so I can move in high society
This one's just as silly
and semi-meaningless
as a number
of others I've written
recently
but I reiterate
as the song goes
by the Gallery
"Little things mean a lot".

There was the backfield tandem of Doc Blanchard and Glenn Davies on several West Point football teams of the UOS.

There is that power hitting duo of the modern day Yankees - Gary Sanchez and Aaron Judge.

There were those great power hitters of the 70s, I believe, that seemed to come in clusters like Mike Schmidt, Breen Downing, and yes, I believe, John Milner.

There was, of course, Ruth and Gehrig that stood out on the 1927 Yankees.

There's Hawke Leonard and James Harden, an unsung pair of the San Antonia Spurs and the Houston Rockets, respectively, in pro basketball that stand out.

There's Stephan Curry and Kevin Durant, a Mutt and Jeff combination in the Golden State Warriors.

There was a couple of gifted first to play on a University of Illinois basketball team African Americans that were tantalizing good at that time - Mannie Jackson and Governor Vaughn.

There was those 4 great old time Boston Celtics guards; Bob Cousy, Bill Sharman, K.C. Jones, and Sam Jones.

There was Bill Bradley and Dave Debusschere manning the wings of the New York Knickerbockers pro basketball teams of the late sixties, I believe.

There was Ron Kissinger and Glenn Becker, the keystone duo on the Chicago Cubs of the sixties, I believe.

There was Mainstay, reliable pitcher for the Casey Stengal dynasty teams - Vic Raschi and Allie Reynolds and there were great teamsmen of Vince Lombardi's pro football Green Bay Packers Super Bowl team like Dave Hammer, Forrest Gregg, and Boyd Dowler.

If I had a clipboard
I'd chart Yankee spring training wins,
my weight,
and my on-going health problems
and see if they interact,
all on a lined sheet of writing paper
since I fancy myself
a race horse a la Man of War
and want to know
life guard's techniques like a friend
knows
so I can just live
just like the song
by Bobby Brown goes.
*** up that piece of
used bubble gum
and stick it underneath
your table
if you want!

You got a real gift in your personality
and your self-assuredness has a nice air of familiarity about it
You lend a helping hand
but don't mind helping people learn to help themselves on self bland
You're nice and handsome
but not hardboiled about it or hateful like Charles Manson
You dress unique
but it all looks like it came from a nice male boutique
I bet you're a real understanding policeman
and policed the streets like a real policeman
You're a quality nurse
and don't walk around looking like
you're about to appear wearing a male purse
Good luck!
That's my opinion, anyway, me or Chuck
not as in race riot starting
but some Chucks do their share of farting
I think.
Wink!

Difo
*****
******
Killjoy
Kilroy
Rodgers, I'm of Gene Autry
fan.
******
*****
My ding-a-ling or yours?
I regret
that I have just
one life to give
for my country.

There's Billy Short, a promising pitcher in the Yankee chain back in the mid to late fifties, I believe, that had a brief stay with the parent team.

There's Chris Short, a successful pitcher with the Philadelphia Phillies back in the mid to late sixties, if I remember correctly.

There is short as in Tim, who I remember as "some character" a year behind me in high school who was in a couple of "cool" cliques, something which I wasn't cut out for.

There's short as in shorttimers, which was slang for an enlisted man in the army during Vietnam who, partially because he was a draftee or for other reasons wanted out of the army bad for obvious reasons, who was no lifer sergeant who'd get a charge out of sending guys over to 'Nam while he ate "delicious" army cook-made apple pie sent down to the orderly room specifically in case by the cook in the mess hall kitchen just for such sergeants.

There's Luke Short, the all-American cowboy as in ****** paperback Western books.

There's short as in people who might prefer being called "less tall".

There's short as in a cute little compact car; I believe that's Afro-American slang.

There's a short as in blown electrical fuse.

There's shortness as in missing something in a dining hall, for example.

There's getting short as in one working their way out of a basically unpleasant institution.

I'm sure there are those of you who know all about shortness.

Pardon me for being trite or somethin'.

Scenic view
Parkland Avenue
Parkland College
Parkland cop
Parkland High School,
Come into view
We'll sue the cop,
For being on top,
But more bloodshed,
Hohum.
Some more excitements?
Some more very serious up tightment!
Most of us are hardly bloodthirsty.

Romantic translantic,
Bromade,
Rolaids,
*** revolution,
the rock group The *** Pistols,
Rhyming Simon,
Simple Simon,
the list is a tisk
of a fit
of Pitbull
is about all
as in Fall Paul.
Reminiscing
try me out
to get some clout
about a lout
and a flout
in a nostalgic
oppressed
society
of ice tea
and cream of wheat

I like the abruptness

of hard rock,

don't get me wrong,

and the nifty shift in rhythms

it creates.

But over and over this staccato

beat - it seems like they're

just repeated those 2 lines

by Led Zep - Whole lotta love,

whole lotta love, do what they want

for everybody to just start

making love, and never stop.

Maybe they meant in an

ephemeral way

though - I wanna be

open minded for me

Socialize your soap
Socialize your medicine
Organize a great society
Fight the sociopath
Make this a debutante thing
But don't socialize me
I just need subsidies.

As Reba McIntire says,
the heart is a lonely hunter.
but the lonely sea is its spear
So we go and dive into the sea
seeking to ride out our loneliness
till we hunt no more with our heart
In other words, at least here in America
we have a phrase like
from sea to shining sea in one of our songs
God Bless America
Loneliness is a state of mind
where we're fooking for a sign
to explain the times
as if the line in the cave analogy
of Plato's Republic
represents a fife and death matter
for alf of us
all the time
(not that all of us know about Plato)
and house the loneliness.

John Drill,
hiding atop the brill building,
afraid of being thrilled
by the cousin bill,
make out her will
and then least
down to the ground
only to discover her now found
mounds by
atop a wooden marijuana
hacher!
how far out
that I didn't turn this
into some ***** minded some
about Joan getting reigned
in the scene
at a taxi cab stand
underneath the ticket ****
by tape worms.
Sicicok ****!

Yeah jujubes the candy
of the student council in the sky
and would-be upper crust -
it's just as exciting as fruit-striped gum.
Hard little sorta gum candies with a **** cavity -
must be the eyeballs
I don't know whether
hard candy has a mystique
or if it's just "more better"
as the blacks would say
but at least it's good for the breath -
say legs.

And that's the glory
The story
Of Washington Post sports writer Shirley Povich.
You might ask
What makes great
Sports writers
Like **** Young
And Phil Pepe
And Dan Daniel
I'd say it has nothing
To do with gals
Names Laurie
But  knowing when
To mention
When it's even gory.
Joe Falls of the Patriot free press
Whose coma was in the old
Sporting news was my favorite
But now, I like local stuff
Put out by a couple of sport writers
Down at the Danville conference
News-Chad dare and Marvin Holman

Furt,
Drink your squirt,
Don't hurt
Or blurt
Out Curt
Or skirt
The issues of the tissues,
Bird
What's the word,
Curd,
On curb.

I don't know whether it's a deadly sin - I just can't help it.
Just you, cool black Jew in a way, you'll do
Tjose tight-fitted legs
generate ,y mind
as I anticipate marriage
and my thighs on yours.
You nice breath
will enable me to anticipate
a nice Italian beef dinner.
Your go, Yahweh, is similar
to us Muslims' Allah
so it'll be spiritual, too.
Maybe there will be
more modes than that.
Then we'll e down
for an evening on TV where you
explain to me
the significance of MAS*H
or the Beverly Hillbillies
or as we watch a DVD
what's so hot about Tom Hanks
I didn't change with the times
but my **** will be hard enough for you
I bet.
Cheers
(I could follow that one a little, though.)

Yeltich
bewitchradish
Cromartis
comradeship
Jeter
big eater
DiMaggio
fragile
Ruth -
tooth
Mantle -
animal
Henderson
rendering
Cano
review
Bryant
sign in
Severine
ballerina
You get the picture.
I'm jealous and get a bitterness about all of them

I'm singling out a VA character for specific serating at the suggestion of a friend.
David Dively seems the most interesting and that name implies he was on
Danville Skid Row a lot, which he was.
He said his disability rating was only 10% but the constant remark from him
to me that he was gonna make me **** a moose seemed to me to be a real
inkling of a real oddball.
Some people would explain to me that he'd ******* over one of the nurses
or another fantasy of some kind every morning and he was quite proud of it.

He'd shake my hand and squeeze it and moan sorta and go aaaaahhh and his
eyes would mist up and I liked it when he called me STuries like I was one of of the men.
He'd strut and he was 6'9" and 260 lb and an ex-marine, maybe a combat type
and he'd sell watches with all of them spread out on his right arm to show people
and he was always grateful for the least bit of loose change from me, like 35 cents.
He just loved bread - he'd make sure he'd get 5 or 6 slices each meal.

An interesting character was Dively.
He's dead now - bless his heart.  Suicide, I heard, over what he though was my
mistreatment by some of the staff back then.
And oh yes he was a very very handsome fellow too, but in a
kind of tough unique way.  A sort of fair-haired Victor Mattie if I remember correctly.

Stefani, Gwen,
I know you got the sen sen
And me Sturies, Charles
I hope you think I'm darling
If you even know who I am
Also hope with resistance
You eke out an existance
That will lack in indifference
Over me,
Over me,
Over me.

Dudes who think they're cool
studs and *** symbols who are
slimey and adenoid cases
Non-combat vets who they're
combat vets.
Followers who think they're
leaders.
People who have delusions of
grandeur.
There're other people
who are way better.
Some of the shady looking
people in politics today.
People faking eccentricity
because the think it's going to
get 'em a better deal medically
you know,
We say the all-round man
symptoms where guys think they're
a combination of John Wayne and
Jimmy Dean with shades of
Vincent Van Gogh thrown in
Relevent gay people who imagine
their lives to be perfect
Certain plastic TV shows being in
fashion as well as kinda tacky food.