Danville's minor league baseball
team I got a request to write about
just like that one about Dan.
It's fun to go to their stadium
at dusk.
The sun still beats down.
The concessions are prompt and tasty.
Of course the players' homes
are scattered all around.
They've got ability, of course -
you can't even make little league
without being somewhat good,
and some of the players
rose to play in the majors, although
I can't remember names.
The stadium was the original place
that they made a movie at
about Babe Ruth called The Babe
with John Goodman playing Babe.
The last coach seems competent.
They have I guess a raffle
but being a bad luck artist
I don't pay attention to stuff
like that.
They have a good public
address system and the help seems
competent,
and there's a good cross-section
of people in the stands
some of whom are fascinating to
look at.
They usually win when I go
and even have an elevator
for the disabled or
handicapped.
Yeah the Dans -
Lets give em' a hand -
a night at the ballpark
with them is a pleasure
although for certain people
a night there might
haunt them with memories
of what might have been
for them in a yesteryear
what with some of their
players gone in a couple
of years, the ghosts of
future and past big
leaguers, the wooden benches, and the
gratitude on some of
the fans' faces just
to watch a single game

Your teeth will fall out
and you need to study
Your tooth is falling out
and you need another buddy
Your feet call out
and your buddles rest on their laurels
in splte of what you call her,
your mother, that is,
and yeah your older sis
and your teeth could use some work
but if you don't want to study,
there's nothing I can do about your use
of the fork
or torque
of the mind
and your one tooth
really hurts
so don't blurt
out about
a snout
or the football expertise
of Dan Fouts
Yeah teeth
and cumulative knowledge
right not
It's a puzzler

You cross seas
just to have a meeting over tea.
As for me
I'd rather get what I can Seize
and sneeze
at the latest Tastie Freeze

Oh come on,
get my bone on
to take off
the cake of mud
that the sewage crud
dissolved over
resolve
and let you button my unbuttoned button down
My top bottom
is like a Georgia crane
That last part made
no sense
I guess,
but your tires
leave a nice rake
and they're a wreck
left on Brokeback
Mountain
Governor

I read somewhere
that Patti Smith
was into early James Brown music
and I like particularly
his Chonnie on Chon Chon, the Bells,
and Bewildered but I threw
the albums they were on away
Someone just told me that
Patti Smith was one of
the early punk rockers.
I don't know much about that
or what it has to do with early
James Brown music
but I did like the ***
appeal she exuded
when I saw
publicity photos of her a
long while back
I'm not driving at anything
in particular but it's strange
how some things are
connected, isn't it?
The scope of James Brown
music might be the immense
and early James Brown
probably really isn't that great.

It's neat
How out feet get entangled,
\How we like to smooch,
How we like to make it,
And how independent
We find dursleys,
How they are certain
Biorhythms
That are us
And how pleasant
We feel around each other
How we love all our different odors
And how we like to lick eachother

TV gibe
Put my vibe
Out on the lines
Of the newspaper.
TV,
You'll eventually tell me
What's going on.
I you know
Right now snow
And let me know
It's pretty lo-co.

Expresso coffee tastes
Mighty good so the song goes
Female acrobats in bed
Act as they should
I just wanna shake their hands,
Give them a a big hug,
And give them a picture where I'm
Showing them my big mug
You know-some people don't call me
Bulldog for nothing
There probably aren't any-
I've been told by [psychologists
I imagine stuff.

That they grind their teeth
That they have a thing about
That they worry about being seen watching MAS*H
That they're considered crass
That they need to empty the trash more
That they're temperamental unnecessarily
That they're fruitte'
That their hands smell like lard
That their women have dishpan hands
That they can't get the dirt out from underneath their fingernails
That they get **** on their hands when they wipe their ***
and that sometimes their hands smell like **** therefore, or rusty tap water anyway.
Let's get real.
He said judge ye not.

Cough it up.
Cover it up.
I don't want it
But you do.
Wrap it up.
I'll take you through.
Easy!
Wrap yourself up.
I'll take you
And a box of cover. Propdog
You look so ****
Like old time movie star
Patrick Medina
The view of the ocean
And the sun as dusk
In heaven
Reminds me of
Both of you.

First get that temp
or else others in the sickness will last till Lent.
Second get the penicillin medication
or else they'd be a letdown.
Third get some rest.
It'll test your est.
Fourth, give to the doctor a report
or else you'll be stuck.
Fifthly, don't expect a cup of broth
to give you a life when you need it
to fight it
The sixth the fever that
it doesn't come from a sloe gin fizz.
The seventh answer yourself.
Don't daydream of counting sheep.
You free yourself if
and just fall asleep.

I get the heebie jeebies
Everytime you pass by
I want to be accepted by you
So much,
I have such a crush
On you,
You're so cool.
I'm a fool
For wondering if
You're being cruel

You got the nicest taut
**** and I like the way
your pants hug your ****
cheeks in back.
You're not lazy
and I look for that
in "all my women".
You seem to bear
with me on some
of my obsessions and
hypochondria
and you must secretly
have a sense of humor,
you're clever enough.
Your face is pretty
but in an addictive way
that I'd be afraid of losing you
to another guy
if we were going together.
You're nice and feminine
but up enough, it seems
on some contemporary spot
and what I find is dear
enough contemporary
music that you're into can
be hard somewhat since
the music can depress one, I feel,
and some of it make me
like it or not I'm sorta tough to myself
suicidal.
So I figure I'd enjoy you as a wife.
I've got a number of other chicks
I'm interested in too, but yes,
feel, with you, I wouldn't be
biting off more than I can
chew.
Salude

Lost an arm
but not enough charm
to get out
without being a lout
an expatriot
he probably understands
the significance
of James Taylor
a lot more than I.
He doesn't seem shy.
An American Muslim
he probably doesn't hoard
his grandeur
or let his beliefs
show on his face
or get in the way of his gut
signified
signified
he is pious
and doesn't think he's the highest.

Been
In?
Bin in tin
A sin?
Lyn
A flynn?
Blince
A since?
Slince
A min?

We're the common folk -
Us Dr. Pepper fans
so no more upper crust intelligence
like the Pepsi man
nor a solid wild thing
like the Coke gal
her last name eliminated my gal Sal
Dr. Pepper
Yeah the sign of zephyr
and being sheltered in the tether
rather than in hard leather
We may not be bikers
but we could be hikers
Dr. Pepper
Yeah the sign of the zephyr

to be repeated

Those hampers for all my ***** clothes
and to sit on
and to move when I move rooms
and to run my hands over
their wooden webbing
and those wooden hangers
so I won't contemplate suicide
by choking myself to death
with a metal hanger
and to put my precious
tweed suit on
and oh the vanilla dixie cup
with all it's classisism
as a reward
for just being in my room -
in my room, in my room!
Get it.
Utter nonsense but an interesting
insight into my youth.

All I want is serenity, no solitude
solitary man
'cause it's all compromise

The main leaf
has lines in it
that last a life time
just like your life line
in palm reading.
It smells of wetness and parchment,
like nothing special falling from a tree in archment
Gimbel's and Macy's
it says it seems like an either-or
classness or cheapness
but the assumptions there about either one is simply a bore
The tree gleams
and it's infinite when it portrays the lust of the leaf
it seems
and you can see a motif
the glistens for ever more

Go between the pages
Go between the sheets
Go between the farrows
Go between the bottoms
Go between the treats
but my little love ant
find your red skin
on another street
where we both can meet
and I can crush you
with my feet.
My ant
signifies
a glow worm
of that one street
where the Inkspots
and thek Brothers
both can meet
Even ants are precious
as they creep into
our life
letting us know
especially and also
what above is precious

Piscatawan,
Sashcarchawan,
Indian tribes,
Indian vibes,
all in a row,
keeping in tow.
The fat of the land
is all booked up
So no matter hard
they suffer
on the reservations
we still lack discretion
as far as their preservation
so vibes or no
we still give them more seeds to sow

Apple
was a mouthful
Packnett
isn't Dragnet
little Debbie
needs a Chevy
Debbie here
doesn't spend with a lear
and yes I know
all the king's horses
couldn't get them in a corsett

Quite a character,
probably got stuck in an elevator
and wanted to be a politician and get in a filed brief
and checked the radiator
out of paranoia
when he was living in a room
and didn't use paraphernalia
if he was using ******
and never got so bad all of
a sudden he's go boom
and probably didn't
have a thing about the Maryland
Terrapins.
Toomes once for all
he knew if there was gravity in
Rich and Ron Saul
and what hippie chicks meant by a babe
and that in life sometimes one
thinks it takes a lot of gall and if SI readers thought as
a phony Tex Meade.
Dizzy
Yeah he probably just used the phizzy
and couldn't stand that one by
Tin Lizzy
either
and got sties in his eyes there.
He was a great pitcher
people remember him
by his great nickname
and what that more comes to mind.
He had razz-a-ma-tazz
(yeah the gaslight)
and probably knew what was his sign.
I bet he was a good man, too
and even grew a fu-manchu.

I can remember when I was down and out
using vending machines like mad.
Trying to get change out of change dispensers
that someone had let go
mooching cigarette after cigarette
panhandling
drinking used pop
and eating other peoples' leftovr food.

I know it was extremely unsanitary
I even had to use public bathrooms, a lot,
the Salvation Army for a nightly stay
and one night I slept on a bench at the police station
I'd wear ***** clothes,
waited a couple of hours for a small donut,
and made a meal out of a 40 cent bag of
french fries at McDonald's
taking a load off.

Oh well - what a ******* experience.

I had been desolate, destitute, homeless,
a derelict and a strict person
but down and out - wow.

Like Rockque
Seeger goes
Like a ***** male easy mark,
or insightful, maybe, female might go
What make a "rock stud"?
Does he just go thud
like Elmer Fudd
or is he the "over man"
and not an easy mark
and not that ***** guy?
He probably is
a sensitive "terrible" as in good
sometimes venture musician,
like a rockque,
people don't talk,
lets say,
not that they obey.

How sweet it is, to be loved by me, myself and I.
Out of the sky
Like a bullet
Comes the order to die.
God plays and favorites
We might as well the whole thing saves

Will here
And bitchard here too,
Here ye, here ye,
Nothing would be here.

I said sip harder,
No a lecture on Lex Barker
Or a peanut from Jimmy Carta,
Only if you're lonely
Due to a closed Burger King
And like a group sing
Over Yao Ming
And Lieutenant Ping
Of the Ping Pong.

People who strew toilet paper over
Public restroom floors
And leave bits of their ****
On the toilet seat.
People who have no intention
Of committing it
Alluding to ****** with what
They act like is their
Favorite relatives.

Right on a carousel
we ride
in West Covina
lifting our voices
to the tune
of You Got to Me
by Neil Diamond
or his song Street Shiloh
or that classic
Heaven Might Be Missing An Angel
by Favares.
We hear
but might jeer
at a Led Zep title
but our spirit
is the same
not knowing
It's All in the Game
or That's
What Becomes of the Broken
Hearted

Prescriptive prescriptions
For restricted positions
That all twist
(Just being facetious)
That's the way.
That's the way love is
But the point of
No return
Could make me yurn
How to learn.

Some kind guys reach out
to females - enough
The Block Renaissance around
the time of Lady Sings the Blues
and the magazine Entertainment Cup
did exist
George H. Bush and George W. Bush
were actually pretty good presidents
and a breath of fresh air.
The news is not fixed and there
are actually terribly tragic things
happened day by day.
Michael Jackson's really bad hit
might have been Human Nature rather
than Billie Jean or l'm Bad.
War is as bad as it seems
The Cong were the sick ones,
etc.
Just to exorcise some myths -
These are just opinions, though.

Dan the Man they call him,
as well as Danny some times,
I bet he likes clams
and even a good slice of spiral ham,
Dan the Man
He says he worked with his hands.
I believe it -
brick mason, he said.
His big "guns" might prove it.
He seems nice
yet with a dry, caustic wit
sometimes.
He has good taste in movies,
relatively speaking,
to some people,
although probably just to pick out DVDs
out of the library
and get it on the big dayroom TV
is friendly
and days he loaded and
unloaded chopped in 'Nam.
I believe it,
even though he might have covered up boyhood polio
to get in.
Is that a sin?
I covered up about 8 maladies
myself to get in.
Yeah, Dan the Man
although some might frown on
his so-called caustic wit.
His wit is a fit.
He even likes to read
and has a wide range of interests
and would have made a good priest
in my opinion.
Catholic, I know,
pretty much for sure
I'm sure a tour in 'Nam.

Sad souvenirs of a bygone ear
when Terra Firma was de rigeour
and the jocular nature of
Santa Claus the myth
reigned over our prize possessions
Sit down here,
and take a load off,
Allah.
Yes you've come to earth
'cause it's such a mess.
Thanks for everything, so far.
I did my best.

I guess me, Charles, was in charge.

I love that line out of
the Rascals' song Beautiful Morning
where Felix the lead singer (who I heard
died of a heart attack a while back and then a
few days later was listed in the 'Living
Celebrities' birthdays) where he sings
"Each bird keeps singing his 'ol song"
It just reminds me of a friend
nicknamed 'bird' and me
who's been called that
and birds as in guys you stare at
in big city situations
all with our favorite song
I don't know whether people think
my and my friend are really like
the latest bird and these dudes
in bus stations are some dry nuts
or what but the line just chokes
me up since we all have a
song maybe especially not
as men but as birds.

There seems to be small pockets of a
love generations left over from the sixties
but I find most people of that era
phonies them ****
and to this day
the World War II generation
shows up its name generation ****
tradition to me
is like half of a day
and the classics
and Brooks Brothers
not some weird anti-war protest
I don't mean to write off
a whole generation though
mainly being cooped up in
places where it's practically
frowned upon if you explode
I'm just blowin' off steam
through written work

Wafs are not for laughs.
Wacs are not for the masses
And yes, I'm on the make for those waves
Just kiddings,
But I'll do the bidding
For a nice pin up
Of miss Navy

Ben Johnson whose autograph i got at a
Rodeo in California when I was young
(I believe I've already mentioned that)
Robert Mitchum - he's also a poet
Lex Barker, whose build I admired back
When he was Tarzan,
Rod Cameron who seemed the epitome
Of a cowboy star,
Roy Roger, who seemed spritely ethical,
Marlon Brando mainly because of his acting
Job in On The WaterFront,
Charleton Heston, I thought he was a
Great actor,
Paul Newman - I thought he was a great
Actor too, not just a bunch of pretty boy good
Looks,
Robert Redford _ I like his basic looks as in
For Realness in a nice way
And
Peter Lorre _ he was him that was it,
Just to remember a few.

I'd stub my toe
If you'd blow
The glow
Right out of my flow.

I'd puff and stuff
If you'd bluff
On my Fluff
And leave me gruff.

I'd prpulate
If you'd coagulate
And leave a demilitarized zone
For your horses that roam.

I'd be difficult
If you'd discover that occult
In my tote bag
So my duffel bag wouldn't sag.

In passing
I'd just want a kiss
A not to my sis,
And a chance for us to do the fist.