They have
cute Latina noses,
bewitching eyes,
lush lips,
with a look of coy amusement,
nice dark hair,
and nifty builds.
They both seem
very lady-like for their age
and modest too
about their engaging *** appeal.
I loved to go out -
We'd have fun, what with their infectious
spontaneity
and their nice female Latina sophistication
as well as my interests
in all kinds of women
and their accompanying
good points
(and watch me ignore any flaws
that might pop up).

Santa in a rich dare red coat
the reindeer with
special decorations on them
the sleigh in a rich caramel
to contract with Santa's red
but and bags of toys in back
the sleigh over loaded with em
actually
and the most schooled expression
in Santa's face at it
as he cracked the whip
on the reindeer
I know a little theological fantasy
this is all
there's nothing I feel
wrong with that.

Lugnut
Plug not,
Flung not
For want not.
A bit of huney,
A bit of stick
The screwdriver
As in carpentry tool,
Come here quick.
Drill,
Trill,
Frills
Hammer up
And let me lie a little.
On to the miter box.

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

I want - no - not a live-in - girlfriend
Here at the VA - that's a real nono -
At least I've been told that - but some of my romantic interests coming to fruition,
A major breakthrough in Illinois football and basketball recruiting,
A good showing in football - maybe a bowl game -
And a terrific start to the U. of I. basketball season.
A good selection for new Yankee manager,
who suggests innovations
And some really good hot story line movies
If I have children - maybe one or two coming forth and claiming me
Some good luck for my sister Nancy
Continuous good health for both my sisters
Good health for my friends and no blows for them
Some special mail
My foster daughter Maria Elena  - writing another warm nice letter for me
All this plus four hard books for my sister to figure out how to order,
Three jazz CDs that might be rare, I don't know
Pharrah Sanders. Thad Levies and Elvin Jones
Three nicely cool CDs from an "affluent" friend
As usual a $100 gift card to where I buy my CDs
And maybe a few nice surprises
I hope it's a very special Christmas for me
Just like the above.

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

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.

Ahmad Jamal and his classic tune Poincianno provided a backdrop
where I could relax and relate the poignant beauty
of the peace and madness back then surrounding
the Kennedy assassination.
Oscar Peterson churns out the notes
in a definitive yet light way
that would qualify as easy listening jazz
to some jazz buff in their weaker moments.
Eroll Gainer with his classic misty
haunts one with his
simple singularity of musical
paroxysms and leads into a fine repertoire.
George Shearing with his liltingness relaxed me
back then when I was recovering from the whole thing
And Camsey Lewis with his lightly penetrating rendition of
"The In Crowd" sustained my sense of humor and
helped me with my appreciation of mainstream jazz.
Cela, jazzmasters all to me
and yes like that light jazz
as opposed to poboy like Miles Davis
except for Charlie Parks
and yet I got into a Goth pianist Jack
then Thelonius Monk who was sorta jazzy
I acquired a mediocre taste for.

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

Amy Adams,
Arctic Animals,
Sai sea animals
from the anals of Troy,
to dawn's early burn
comes letters from Burns1
and the tip of a candle
to Alfred North
and Norma Jean
Jog on , Rafer

Gallman
Baunan
Leann Taliaferrus?
(promised Tolliver, Taliaferro, i.e.)

The line - I never promised you a rose garden
and with me finishing it I added "at all"
The line - I'm here for the party - and me even
though they didn't put under my name in the high
school yearbook, "Where's the party" like a
hoody dropout buddy of mine got!
The line - Take her she's all I got - I added
"she's more than enough"
The line - I'm just an Okie from Muskogee with
my addition "obviously"
The line - Jambalaya crawfish pie - my addition
"sounds good to me even"
The line - Smoky Mountain Rain - I add on
"when it rains, it pours, of course, but when
I'm around it comes down in torrents."
The line - When my baby loves me -my add on
"when, though, I think".
That's all for now.

All the voices are wimped together,
Cloudy, and clear,
Here you'll see something that makes you deng,
Makes you hear,
Ciacress
You regress
And fret
Other getting wet.
Here you'll see
Progress outer tea,
A way to record
And lets get clear,
No fear,
And don't lear.

Amanda Peet
in a front seat
I could see repeat
of her feat
A real petite is she?
She's probably part Crete
and doesn't reek
and doesn't have to seek.
Her floor doesn't go creak.
She's probably part Greek
too
and no spooky tooth
like me,
me, of course, though just a fancy
She -Amanda_ makes my heart go tang
like I want to hang
with the gang
she sang
when the bell went clang
and we sang Auld Lang Syne
in time
for a lark?
and yeah the Tockers

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.

Our blackness is our power.
The difference we make
is what we do hour by hour
and what we deem our take.
Look we're beauty
in and out.
To be black
is what we'll shout.
We may not look it
but what we got we took it.
From MLK to Caleb Day,
Fro Eva to Gary,
We'll take our place
even on the Staten Island Ferry.

*Charles Sturies

We'll hear about this
With the power of the fist
Some of the HIC Troubadours
white, carry the concept
of right on
too far.
Make it to Wade
Through a bunch of crap
and try to act like a card
not a bard.
If some of the simps
impersonating
Vietnam vets
would stop acting out,
I wouldn't feel like
I was along with myself
another boxing bout.
Let there be light
LBJ practically said-
it turned out he was right
about the left
as in a cert
they were too restrained about
bombing Handi and
halphone harbors
don't be hesitant
about arbors.

Misty, Misty
the sea of your saucy Sausalito
beauty and grace
make me take haste
no to waste
a moment
without your great figure,
success,
health and I bet
wealth.

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!

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?

Design it.
but refine it.
From drafting class
in junior high with the protractor
I have always
longed for progress
in architecture.
A harking back to medieval styles
(along with an old fashioned look in big cars)
in the seventies depressed me
but how I know
that Frank Lloyd Wright Sr. is
still respected
and the STate Farm Center
is a marvel.
There has been progress
just as much as individual success
so that the Parthenon
and the Colosseum
and the Agricole
and Agraharam
deposit on us
a new found lust
for the glory that was Greece
and that grandeur that was Rome.

*Charles Sturies

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?

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

The San Francisco Giants,
The san Francisco doggie dinner
Hot dog stand city wide chain,
Sausalito
Letterman Army Hospital,
The presidio,
Filmore West,
The family dog 'Kiddie' rock
Concert hall,
The Berkeley Quad,
The cable car,
Etc.
San Francisco is an ideal place
Fot a honeymoon
And yeah the tune
But Tony Bennett
As well as Cal Berkeley student
Senate,
Mario Saucedo the folk hero food giver
A wayne
Eric Hoffer the blind longs more man
Philosopher turned,
Who probably wanted to be sailick.

Regal, dignified in posture
None of that "too feminine a moisture",
nicely dressed
she doesn't wear red much
but would look good in it
and she is so exquisitely pretty
that it's a real pleasure to look at her
and also fun to see in her unusually **** thinness
but she doesn't have aids.
She has a light air
about her
and a great sense of humor
and exquisite taste,
especially in music -
she mentioned Rick Ross
and Pearl Jam.
Since I want her,
nice and tall,
attractive and thin for sure
I'm somewhat embarrassed
since she's a rather young
but neat woman
nevertheless.

Oh the freight train is here
Call me dear.
Pass me another beer,
There's a beer man here.
Nothing to fear.
March Madness is sadness
to me,
just like the predilections
are at the ballpark.
Oh waking up to a
train changing tracks.
All the hype.
That's my gripe.
Nothing to fight
or take light.
The madness sadness
changes to gladness
The predilections
change to a hark.
The tracks are a die
that's cast
and everything is reconciled.

Recently I've been reading a book about American Bandstand from   Philadelphia 1957-1963
and it's given me what I call the Bandstand Blues
where I recall a bygone era
when things were much simpler
and wish I was coping now
like I did back then
rather than being swarmed under by the undercurrent of
the jet age and the age of the computer,
where I had teen crushes
on the like of Arlene Sullivan, Carole Sealdeferri, and Trini Giordano
such that I daydreamed about being famous like they were someday
and going off and meeting them and dancing with them
Unfortunately that dream never
came true
Being a loner back then, I was envious
of the teen parties all the regulars had that I read about in the teen magazines
I would have like a
social life like that
wanting to go with what were considered the truly neat girls in school,
and vicariously imagining
myself up there as one of the
regulars in what seemed like
their bump and grind dances
and discovering my puberty that way
rather than through several girlfriends I had in school
a little bit
admiring the nice story of
**** Clark and wanting to
emulate him someday
which I fell far short of
as I grew old
although like I say, I managed to acquire some
wealth later on in life
Wanting to have trendy clothes
and trendy hairstyles
like the boys did
rather than being
rather dowdy in my opinion then,
and imagining what it would be like
growing up in probably what was a little more
sophisticated atmosphere back east
as I could tell from family vacations there
But I do cherish the fascination
The good side of bandstand in the book

Grind'em out,
Bill Wan Ben Gass,
Famous old time basestealer par
Excellence
And the notorous Wee Willie Keeler,
One of the first stars of baseball
And some of the dudes incriminated
In the Black Sox scandal of 1919
Who satisfied the investigators
Maybe
Ans that ****** Eddie Gaudot that
Played for the old St. Louis Browns
As a gimmick by, I believe owner
Showman. Bill Veeck.
Yeah there's a room in our national
Pastime for for all sorts of characters
Including Eddie Stanky, Jimmy Piersall,
Casey stengal and, of course, Leo
Durocher.
All not that big - maybe they were all
Napoleon? just to add a little psychology
To the mix.

Doctor my eyes by Jackson Browne.
Mom and child reunion by Paul Simon,
Quiet violence by Arthur Lymon,
Heaven bust be missing an angel by
Tavares
Theme from A Summer Place by the
Percy Faith archestive
Island in the sun by The Sandpipers,
Love power by the Sandpipers,
The horse by Cliff Nobles & Co,
Only the strong survive by Jerry Butler
Moonlight feels right by Starbuck,
Expressway to your heart by the Soul Survivors,
Shotgun by Junior Walker
Afternoon delight by The Strand
Vocal Band
We live in Brooklyn Baby by Roy Ayers
And Dance with
Me by Orleans.

A beast is me
At least I'm me.
Beauty petrifies
me,
saddens me greatly
except for beautiful women
and imagining them wanting me.
Hence beauty and a beast.
There's no feast
in store
for me
I bet
as I get set
to eat the meat
off my bones
just to hook that beautiful woman
I'm such a beast.
We shall see
what we shall see
about
"the beast"
as some black guys
who've been
in prison
say I'm called here.
I heard why I am the beast.
I'm oversexed
domineering,
licentious,
in people's scope.
I even break the heavy
and I'm ultra
unpopular
near as I can tell!

There was a bore
who thought he was cuddly
like Archie Bunker
and Joe as in the movie
as in hwo would have thunk of him,
and head man at
Mel's Diner
who's gonna give
me, with me inferiority complex,
a shiner.
He might first think
he's frank
as in having a real spooky tooth
and not being really uncouth
and this business
that he's a bore
he's at war
there
Why he's OK.
He's the real man
"hard hat" or "redneck"
with the nickname Bear
a typical delusion.
He might think he's a ******
and that
he wants fusion.
Confusion would be what
he would cause if he
was in charge
He probably would want to gas El Debarge

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 love birthday cake
especially cake with thick
vanilla icing
but a German chocolate cake
would be a great one too.
I like it with ice cream
and icing colored designs on it.
Incidentally being sweetened
wedding cake turns me on too.
I hate it when you get a thin slice
of birthday cake due to being
a diabetic.
I love it to see people eating
their cake with forks
I love how some motherly cooks
come up with a chocolate
icing cake with really
funny waking candles on it.
I like to blow out candles.
I like it when you're old
and the just have one candle
because there wouldn't be enough room
for all the candles as old as you are
somehow I think I already
wrote a song about this subject
but that was a while back.

p.s. You may wonder how I
can go on about trivia like
the essence of birthday cake
but I do.

Even the Harlem Globetrotters
are included
and James Brown
is not excluded
there might not be
only rebirth as in Hay P.
but lips aren't bad
now
and no old black woman
is considered a sow

A voice like velvet,
believe it or not,
revolver like Jesse Belvin
He knows just what is a shot
Harsh actually might be his sound
but sure he's got his feet right on the ground.
His material might not be great
but you know he keeps in mind people
that typically rate
like Bonnie Raitt.
The beat's nice.
Nothing to worry about
being enticed
though
it lets you know he's cold
as in ultra cool
and to me
nobody's fool

Sun a long
Sun a watch, you see.
Those ******* berries
will give you a charge
even though your name might not be Cary
or you think you're Larry
or you have nothing left
to do but tarry.
So this isn't scary
Practically everybody
secretly prays to the ****** Mary
or whose cary
and tarry?
What is Cris?1
Some monster gin phizz.

Got buried with your boots on
A ghost maverick came down from the sky
to grin at you
and he won't let you yawn
as you start on your natural high
Boothill love
It doesn't have to be another dove
one from above
as you and John Wayne
mutter being lowered
knowing the while thing it's tame
and the gang's got you covered.

Contreras
Delacroix
Tegnaroa
Monique –
All hands on deck as you wrap your
piece in a handkerchief and
give it to the little black boy in the ghetto,
and hope to pray or Saturday night it won’t
be as unique.
Hey what’s a matter with your sign.
Hail hail rock ‘n roll.

from “School Days” by Chuck Berry

First of all I think it's an appropriate song for these times.
Kind of semi-tragic bittersweet beauty goes on
Caused, I think, by just the people
I've griped about - countercultures, youth,
revolution, the cult of the hippie
and I think that's good
that we're getting a taste
of a bro-ken-heart-ed mel-o-dy
I remember I felt so bluesy
and sad when I listened to
when it first came out
when I was going through a hippie stage
as an adolescent -
Cheerios - honey - tea - coffee with Mom for breakfast - sunflower seeds,
a small pigtail, an earring, bell bottom
blue jeans - I had my mother hem 'em up for me
Oh, well, anyway, yeah, Sassy
Sarah Vaughn and her song
This generation just might be sarcastic
if they sing along and blurt it
out in their dialogue.
It could be that I'm fancying

It's not Tues
as in Weld
or the actors guild
or blowing a fuse
that leads to back
to the sack
only to breed
as in a sneeze

I really liked Yummy, Yummy, Yummy, I Got Live in my Tummy
by the Ohio Express
Nice is Nice and Green Tambourine
by the Lemon Pipers
Simple Simon
by the 1910 Treatgum Company -

They all has sorta sweet jumpin' melodies compared to that of sing-songy hard rock
I liked the bubblegum rock of Jessica Simpson when she was in her heyday singing-wise
and as far as bubblegum soul I liked the Jackson 5, the Sylvias, the Jets, and the Five Stairsteps, and Cubie, especially their song Oh Child.

Yeah, teenagers back then - I thought they were both charming and happy-go-lucky and not that much into the mournful dirges of my own generation like Let It Be and Hey Jude by the Beatles.
All this war and economic oppression is bad enough as it is.
Why add insult to injury with depressing music?

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.

I can't handle keeping busy,
I try to hard to be all around.
If I would specialize
Which major trying to do
I would be hardy
Or am getting happy.
It was something
About being schizoid
Thinking in themes
On concepts
Or cepts as they're called
In on pregonagurte literal
Mets school,
And not concertingring
On the thing at hand