Transcendental Meditation
Lack of constipation
A certain Vilification
With regards to transportation
and resuscitation
No there's no getting over you.
You come out of the blue
as if you're about to sue
all those who put you in the news
'cause that;s the way of Broadway,
not to be ******
or *****.
yeah Turner
and Mommy
and no more ***** laundry,
Rich Cosby,
or belonging to Conroy

The old ones seem haunted
even with ole Presidents
making their whistle-stop
campaigns.
Blacks on their exodus from the south,
streaming into them, one can visualize
with their souls and
spirits accompanying them as they seek
a decent life.
Imagine the shoeshine stands with their shoeshine “boys” and black attendants in the restrooms
which was probably as far as some of
them got.
The newsstands with their variety of
newspapers and sundries alerted
the lonely travelers to Wall Street
and elsewhere, businessmen
who would stream in with a sophistication
the common traveler feared.
The smells of leather baggage,
the cleanser that porters used
to keep the coaches clean wafted in.
The smell of cigars and wrinkles
of old men’s skin let us know
that the porters would be appearing
with a bevy of special guests.
History speaks in these stations
as well as some bus stations
around the country with their
dangerous drifters who would serial ****,
and the ambitious young talents off
to the big city to seek success who we would
later never hear of.
The local Union Station in Champaign has been
turned into businesses, but I can
just see Abe Lincoln arriving
speaking from the caboose and making
his way to a horse and buggy
outside to go to the local county courthouse.
Long live ghost-filled train stations
everywhere, and don’t let us forget
the homeless and destitute street people
who need to use their restrooms and
sit down in the waiting area seats
to take a needed load off.
They’re that important in the general
pictures of things, at least to me.

The old ones seem haunted
even with ole Presidents
making their whistle-stop campaigns.
Blacks on their exodus from the south,
streaming into them, one can visualize
with their souls and
spirits accompanying them as they seek
a decent life.
Imagine the shoeshine stands with their shoeshine “boys” and black attendants in the restrooms
which was probably as far as some of
them got.
The newsstands with their variety of
newspapers and sundries alerted
the lonely travelers to Wall Street
and elsewhere, businessmen
who would stream in with a sophistication
the common traveler feared.
The smells of leather baggage,
the cleanser that porters used
to keep the coaches clean wafted in.
The smell of cigars and wrinkles
of old men’s skin let us know
that the porters would be appearing
with a bevy of special guests.
History speaks in these stations
as well as some bus stations
around the country with their
dangerous drifters who would serial ****,
and the ambitious young talents off
to the big city to seek success who we would
later never hear of.
The local Union Station in Champaign has been
turned into businesses, but I can
just see Abe Lincoln arriving
speaking from the caboose and making
his way to a horse and buggy
outside to go to the local county courthouse.
Long live ghost-filled train stations
everywhere, and don’t let us forget
the homeless and destitute street people
who need to use their restrooms and
sit down in the waiting area seats
to take a needed load off.
They’re that important in the general
pictures of things, at least to me.

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

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.

My beautiful women in pictures.
It’s making me feel like
I am about to have a seizure,
They even make me feel
like this is my harem
And I’m a man of leisure
They might carom
they don’t even remind me
of Buster Narum
and with a crayon
I could tell how they’d
feel in rayon.

My beautiful women in pictures.
It's making me feel like
I am about to have a seizure,
they even make me feel
like this is my harem
and I'm a man of leisure
They might carom
they don'y even remind me
of Buster Narum
and with a crayon
I could tell how they'd feel in rayon.

Tuffet that cheek
with tongue in cheek
but don't ascertain
how rosy your cheeks really are.

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.

Man's actions are like
cranapple.
They're reaction
to tenaction.
The reaction
is creation
of regulations
and dissemination.

There he was all alone
Fighting on the billboard
His relevance shown
It came with a flow
Spiderman is a teenage boy
that flies around
and lands like a toy
on the ground.
He has an African-American girlfriend
in high school
that he has to stand up
to go on a mission to fight a fool
played expertly by Michael Keaton
Spiderman doesn't have too a boyfriend
He seems "clean" to me and on
the up,
not that I would hate him
if he was for example a bisexual
They're surely not fishing
with looks like Tiny Tim
and even a *******.
They seem not fishy too
He fights mission after mission
fighting grandiose figures
seething repression
On and on the action goes
Spiderman is the hit of the show.

That was a scenic route
enough to tout
now about
something on James Bouton
and the movie 3 Coins
in the Fountain
though.
Wo Wo kicks kicks
Illinois might sign Quinn
Nottingham
That character here at the VA -
Packingham
Would turn over in his grave,
at the home of the brave
T-shirt
and how not to fight
with Squirt
Smith
As in that's the man and the myth.
This poem might be insane
but just to talk of the game would
have been insane

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.

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.

One,
I count the suns
Two,
I blew a fuse
Three,
Call me if you will a tweenk
Four,
No, I'm a bore
Five, What is jive?
Six, I think I need a fix
Seven,
I guess I'll get the muslim heaven
Eight,
I just want a taste
Nine,
I bet I go blind
Ten,
I like to think I'm hep as in sen-sen
there I counted to ten,
with justification
now I'll lose my temper without
supplication.

Microcosms
of one day ventured
2 days gained
the scientific leap of faith
involved in the test tube generation
distills any desire
certain people have
for a little spirituality
in their life.
Although science's progress marches on.
The thirst for something intangible
become more intense in some of us
and more ignored by certain slightly plastic academicians.
Let's don't dehumanize ourselves anymore
by things a frying ourselves though as I call it
****-lysis, (at the ***-sembly hall, for example)
and making a mockery of mankind.
Otherwise another Christ will emerge
There'll be another ***** and Gomorrah
and the hands of time will
be set back 2000 years

*Charles Sturies

Bird
Mr.T
Cool Breeze
Li'l Shorty
Li'l Jeez
Comrade Punk
Grand Central Junction
Hammer Me
Bledso
Li'l Tarzana
Li'l P.Cool
Let It Bleed Confunction
Gingerbread
That's about all my imagination can gather
without going into
something about Dan Rather
and thinking I'm
badder
than the mystic
in any of the rappers
It'll be up the ladder
to the roof
the next time
I'm in the hood
probably though

*Charles Sturies

Don't you just love
to see the new polka dot
dresses
for young ladies
that are coming into fashion?
The reminds
me
of a clown in a polka dot outfit,
a female sports mascot dressed in
polka dot overalls,
Howdy Doody and the polka dots
of the freckles if his face,
a new sweetheart
and me imagining her in that
itsy bitsy yellow polka dot bikini,
a suave male friend dressed in
a satin bold polka dot shirt
that's earrings at the sleeve cuffs,
polka dots
On the wrapper of a new kind
of sucker and decorating the sucker itself
hell yeah the polkas themselves -
the sky's the limit!

I would have sworn I could see
him out in the boonies of Vietnam toting a rifle
not worrying about a trifle
or pushing a broom and working
nigh custodial work
Not all the above, it's just the sense of
"regular man"
He wouldn't get a ten
in looks
but his weather beaten skin shows he knows
too about the blind man on the New York subway
pushing a tin
as in cup
just to get a little sup
and now maybe
it's not Agent Orange,
the "regular man"'s
ruddy skin
but he's working in a field just to get a tan
You know
he's got what
would be called a weird sense of humor -
nothing like guffaws
in the Harvard Tumor,
I believe that's what one of their funny newspapers is called
and this "regular man" is worried about being tall -
just so he survives with a nice-tasting cigarette
danglign from his lips
and holding a nice beer in his hand
from which he wants to take a sip
I like to think
I know where he;s coming from
and that he's not ****.

*Charles Sturies

Dance, dance, dance,
Let's prance.
Fun, fun, fun
Keep on dancing.
We like to dance,
We like to prance.
Keep on dancing,
Let's dance.

The early morning network news alerts me to possible big stories.
The morning local news with its periodic weather reports helps me with
my flurry
of early morning chores.
As the day evolves  I might want to tune in Maury for more of what I can,  this quest for glory.
CNN is mixed in
and then at 3 here in Central Illinois on comes Harry Connick Jr.
leading me into the content of the evening news.
Then there's no more blues
tuning in the exciting dramas
that deal in anything from Karma
to the pursuit of the study
of man existing in larva.
A key sporting event
might be on
that is guaranteed not to
make you yawn.
Late night news sprouts its yarns
and comes late night talk
to turn me on to anything
from the barn
to yarn.
Oh  "the magic" of TV to me.

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!

The predictability of certain females
**** blossoms, ins and outs.
State social climbing potential woman -
lying obnoxious males - the types of women
they go ******* over
Certain people in the helping professions
who seem prone to be cliche uttering
Hardhats even though they might have
gotten their degrees from a liberal university
or whatever.
Sensing which people especially females
if you're a guy who might be interested
in you before you have had your first big talk
to, in most cases, and break the ice
since once is usually interested in them back.
Sensing who back scratched (you "do" me, I'll "do" you)
A-kissers, apple polishers and so on are if you're at all
military, or come from a military family
where you're really exposed to that member of the military.
Suspecting sudden outbursts of grief
coming on from a relative who doesn't appreciate
anything tragic whatsoever
but I'm saying maybe is
sensing the angry last man syndrome in
certain males
Knowing when to say "Well, don't get all hostile,"
with your arms outstretched
when somebody is about to scold you about something
starts within you.

Slo Pokes.
Dreamcicles.
When I was kinda oppressed I thought your average Dixie Cup was a treat.
Dell Magazine Cowboy Star book.
Used comic books.
Marbles.
Banana bubble gum.
Bowman's baseball cards.
All-time great pro football player cards.
College great football player cards.
Autographed pictures of heroes.
Autographs, period.
A favorite clip-on bowtie.
A bunion shirt here and there.
Faded classic Levis.
In my college years grape gum and red licorice
and a treasured Ivy League clothing item
like my Brooks Brothers garters, for example.
In junior high and high school 16 magazine
American Bandstand from Philadelphia
Commemorative issues
A Dairy Queen extra large vanilla cone - and a medium one when I was little.
Favorite pairs of Bermuda shorts.
Charming picture of me as a kid.
Pictures of my parents when they were first married.
Some favorite books like Treasure Island by Robert Louis Stevenson
and a book on Ovid's Metamorphoses by an established classics professor at the University of Indiana - I can't quite remember the name.
And when I had a couple of prized 45 records like Patricia by Ricky Predo and Cherry Pink and Apple Blossom White by Prez.
On that note,
fin

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!

I even like the colors on the
Lucky Strikes pack red, black, white
and olive drab
and I love the song Keepers of the Castle
by the 4 Tops where he says
red, yellow, black, white, and brown
with a tear of their own
now us latino partial roots maybe and latinos
in general are excluded from
the picture entirely and it's red,
yellow, black, white, and blue bloods
where it's at now to some
Keep America Beautiful -
yeah brown power,
brown panthers,
and a bunch of
entriending snobs
As Y6 says
**** Donald Trump
no I'm not
but **** him and company a little
pardon the language
this is probably ok though
not like Nixon's 1st term
and since then up to Trump.

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.

Dogpatch this is I'll bet
God is not dead, he got wounded in Tet.
Jubilation T. Cornpone
played Stubby Kaye
in the Broadway version of Li'l Abner
was better than anything by Aldo Ray
Guys and Dolls,
frills in Jazz,
A Cigar for Moe
and an award for cars,
this song is different
and it's a little more uptempo
than Hey Jude.
Yeah a harking back to Nino Tempo
Musicians are rifting
weightlifters are lifting
old women are sitting
and I even might want to get into knitting

Night owl go strollin'
(yes I'm a night owl)
I forgot to remember to forget
which reminds me how the little
to my life story
might read-
I Forgot to Remember to Remember not that I have Alzheimer's
heaven forbid
so I forgot to remember
come rain and shine
I forgot the one member
of the new Temptations
so I can't jump or joy
with elation
or love me tender
on it
Get on it.
She was mighty fine.

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

When my soul was in the cloak room
You came along to claim it
Out in San Luis, I guess
That was you, Cheryl, wasn't it?
But I do want to start over,
Since I've alienated
certain people with my behavior
at least I think I have,
but, oh well, you can't cry
over spilt milk.
I asked one of the CNAs here at the VA
if she agreed
and she said that's life,
implying probably that that's the essence of life to me
at least as if life was all a series of
chronological mistakes
Makes sense to "wise old" me, at least, though, ** ** **.

Chelsea, Chelsea, wealthy
I know you're healthy
I know you got a rival in Kathy,
that is, in sassy.
Tell her about Spyro Gyro.
I don't know an Elvira
but I feel like I do
with that song by the Oak Ridge Boys
as if they're toys
and have a rule
in what they think is cool.
Dante, Dante,
you're probably **** as in the formation
'round have a tone time
or was it Doctor Chante.
Earnest, Earnest,
you'll furnish
the furnace for me
of Hell's Kitchen
if it kills you
and someone calls you
I bet, *******,
and they compare you
various carfares
with mildew.

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

The yellow rose of Texas
A rose in Spanish Harlem
Rose Kennedy
David Rose - the Orchestra leader
The song The Rose
Peat Rose
Red rose for a blue lady, the song
Just some roses
That come into mind

I've got me and myself
I wish I had an I.
Then I could go back
to buying those rep ties
and not worry about T-shirts
as if I care about being in a scene and jeans
and all a hack a hack
and believe in things like the little self.
An ego I have not
but that's just what I've heard
and that this has something to with self-esteem
not a choice for dress of jeans.
Anyway, I'll cast my lot
with in this word
in hoc signo
and get back to the way I was as a teen
and not try always to have lingo.
Time haven't really changed,
According to a close friend
it's the same old, same old,
life's still just a game.
I'd then have things to attend to
and be content to do things I like
to do things I can be bold
and not worry so much that I have
someone to scold
I like Ike and I have what I have.

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.

Precede from the Presidio,
Pride and Prejudice on the rocks,
Letterman looms
with its men of rock.
Presume
the promiscuous
but don't let me bleed
from lashing out
because of a typical
impression if mine
of San Francisco as a tot
****** isn't it
******* off the public ***
or being in a twit, worried about Travis Tritt
All is actually well though
at last in San Francisco
where the Doggy Dinner
Hot Dog Stand chain
is probably still in existence
although I haven't been
to Frisco in a long, ling time.
If you're not in a stir
about the place
you probably won't see
people wiping snot
from their noses
or popping no-doses
or worried about nine to five
Yeah Jacqueline Susan as a hair.

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.

Sissys got class.
Some of them are even gasp
and furthermore they know
about the "dudes" who want to
know who there is to lay
Everyone they don't obey
and ***** is such a nebulous term anyway
let the ships fall where they may
I'm as lucky Patterson would say probably a hard-core one
and think I'm a disappointment as a son
Hair on the chest
and being a camel man
most of my life
and an infantry volunteer and a 'Nam volunteer
Stuff like that
it's a big deal
it's hard to tell whether
one is effeminate or not

What's to hock
Let's get outta here - the flock
We might slip on a sock
and hear the tick-tock of a clock
and look for someone to mock
and maybe even get a lock
Someone might think they're "The Rock".

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'.

They say I'm all talk and
no action.
I'm gonna keep on loving you.
Change
Chains.

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

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