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.

Kristy McNickle beaming at me in
a picture when she was still nice.
Eva Mendes with a curled upper lip
like she knows who I am and she
wants me.
Adriana Diaz gazing at me displaying
her body wares discreetly
under a nice dress on the morning
CBS news.
Having Margaret Brennan on the
CBS evening news muttering
that she wants me back I guess
she thinks as a follower
of hers
oh heck I could go on and on
about some of my fantasies.

It's the country side of heaven
that says she's not you.
She don't love you she's just lonely
Haiku

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.

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

If i could tell a tale
About a long, true Texan,
I'd go back to Tex-Mex
But free freddy fender
From all responsibility
For Tex.
Tex was a dog of a guy
Although a nam vet
He's struck me
As totally lost.
He couldn't function
At even the lowest level
Oh he had his cowboy hat
And his boodies
But his lips curved
And he was, yes, naive beyond all belier
I could go on further
About him but I won't.

Garvin
Garvey
Garvin
We're starving for Marvin
as in Hagler
Let's snag her
"You gave your promises to me
and I gave mine to you.
You gave your promise to me
and I gave mine to you
Love is all around us
So let the feeling grow"

Suggested topics seem cogent.
Compliments seem in total
Constructive criticisms seem un loco
Insights seem pronto
and there's practically even something about
how I view the Lone Ranger and Tonto.
The gripe about
obscure references to songs
seems chronic, as in, for me, a tonic
and the criticism about
my ****** appetite for my "girlfriends"
references and emphasis on blacks
seem frank
like I'm not a crank.
All in all
I've got to be less abstract,
yes, abstract,
and use a little more, in general, tact,
and be frank,
about how I ran
and how I like to think I'm in
a real think tank.
Mod America
and yeah Erica Jung
as in fun

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.

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

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.

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

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

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.

No one looks like Bozo.

One I thought looked like Emmit Kelley without makeup but I really don't know how that is.

One looks like a humorous orderly in Mount-Sade.

One looks like Magpie, a little movie scene whom I think might have a great Native American seeing her right there in the picture gallery of Bury My Heart at Wounded Knee.

One looks like how you'd imagine an African-American Wyatt Earp would look.

One looks like that mafia I saw in Sport Magazine once where he was in a crowd at a major league baseball game and somebody yelled **** the umpire and it showed him pulling a revolver out of his zoot suit coat pocket.

One looks like a humorously very windy African-American man like Bill Cosby might have looked to some.

Motley Crue they're not.

Roocoo trying to trip on kerosene fuel they're not.

This group of fellows are funny without being snots.

Did you ever wonder
if so-called music experts
considered songs by the above
like Cotton Candy, Last Date,
and Alley Cat maybe
as trite and stale and
all that crap
whenthey've got just as much gap
as an irritated ***
just as much pizzazz
as a sigh with all the razz-ma-tazz
and just as much a successful song
as any that have been crooned.
They're classic top 40
just as much as that ****
FM classic rock (I still like)
I don't mean to shock
or gove away that I'm a flop
but like I've said
in the infantry, our
motto is keep it simple stupid
I wish some of these
****** producers also would
pick up on that and
not try to play decadent Cupid.

Flex
Hex
Tex-Mex
Set
and fet
Let me
Met
Musc-le I don't have
so knuckle
up
There's lovable
trouble.

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.

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

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

Looking in on
Jack the Giant Killer, the movie
and nestling my head right
into your shoulder dear

I arouse you,
I bet,
from time to time
but you arouse me back
such that I want to have you
But to all concerned
a VA psych ward
is not the appropriate place
for a love tryst
in my opinion
but let's let
nature take its course
and anticipate some prolonged
foreplay.

Do you like good music
that sweet soul music?
Is it in his kiss?
Is it in his kiss?
Do you wanna know?
Do you wanna know?

Regard me.
Don't discard me.
My garb clothe me in
But just let me measure
with a wife
The size of my notebook
And I'll be again at the exit to Altoona.
Now Allentown
I don't know exactly
How to get to it
But I can just offer a urlentine
For every ***** I could love who lives there
As I guess I am now
Yeah the broadway play Hair

A poetic or song, phrase will
give me a beat to anticipate
a meal or falling asleep at night
getting cozy underneath the covers
a quick beat might penetrate
my movements as I shower
and a quick beat
might accompany
getting ready for the
shower
or, yes, using the toilet before/can
not that the nurses who help something flush it
In an activity a recurring terrific
rhythm might accompany the
high point of the activity
or in riding in a car
there might be a nice rhythm
I guess I'm happy to be
these days

It occupies my time,
Opens up new visits,
Gives me a chance to interact,
Yeah the refreshments.
And a chance to win something,
Gives me a chance to share,
There are funny people,
You can kid around,
There's reminiscing,
Mind twisting,
And it's educational usually.

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.

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

As I typed
I felt I could write
without being trite,
say something right
and light
on a mite
to fight my usual good fight.
Sometimes, the content
is a fusion
without allusion
That's what I'll call it,
not that the purpose of my poetry
is to put down all this **** stuff.
It's typed up by some hippie sage
that doesn't mind my wages
and doesn't act like I've got him locked up in a cage.
Yeah, the typewriter, the printing press
the computer, and the copier
and the printed word, in general, everywhere.

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.

Don't be like a worm
Make it your ultimate concern
And then you'll relearn
Words to ode to a grecian urn
And tackle
The debacle
In holy Mackerel
By Amos and Andy
And then John Candy
And now
As in pow
And as in an old row
With an old Cow
Bow wow wow!

Commotion,
the promotion,
then locomotion.
How can they understand the location
of their next vacation
when they feel no feeling of elation
and just experience more constipation.
Proms.
Cremation.
Pronto.
Relations.
The End.
Yes a bitter pill to swallow
but nobody's hollow
it was worth it
to know that.

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

What should have been
Now I'm certain
You've got AIDS
and have lived for sin
and wonder who you're about to lay
and you probably think I'm gay
because being a Muslim
I don't believe in promiscuity
and am not worried about the
life story of Jimmy Breskin
and wonder just what is gravity
Got to hell
or ill tell
and ring a bell
on how you fell for
me
making me
drown in love's sea

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.

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

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.

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

Oh Juday
Sweet Juday Jew -
Judy blue - green eyes
take me up to the skies
If I lie,
get me high
or the cycle of
lust
will repeat itself,
If that's what you want -
if you like your basic
gentleman - my thought
as to one aspect of me
Then I'm free
to maybe
be a certain has-been
someday
if I can find a way
to get you out
of what I think
is an inferiority complex
because of Gail Sway