The Oakland A's are quite Athletic but,
why are they drest like ducks?

The announcer announces:

Batter-at-the-plate
High Pitch!
Whoops!
Whoosh!

So mallard looking are
they with their yellow brim
on their green helmets

[CLANG] the ball hits a support pole in the stands

Yep, They duck

Today the Jets played
All-Fall-Down
Holmes  Revis  Out
Maybe next year

Tebow all you want
God's busy this year
with the Armegeddon
and the Mayan Calender
and all
Maybe next year

hoping dirt frowns, head
rumbles pulpily, dockyards
riding, dryly, cold

A is the best letter in the alpabet
way ahead of the rest

A lone
in first place

A is

Happy seeing you again
Tho years ago you made me sore
and sometimes you are insane
but, life without you's just a bore

Happy seeing you again
I can't believe it - all these years
You're lookin' better than ever ever
Keep lookin' at Me

Hey, that's such a pretty dress
It's giving me an honest guess
A flower-print with background white
Wow!  You surely are a site

The winter bats are finally flight
You can't yet see them out at night
But they don't mean a thing to me
But you do darling, everything

Happy to see you again
So happy seeing you!

Hey!  don't blame me, I didn't start it
Our fore-fathering leaders came up with it
The United States Constitution
Clearly it defines us
No it don't, but it should
And that's why we're so *******-up
  
I clearly have a right to state my mind when bent
There is no need to exercise
our rights or we'll lose them
No need to ever question them
They're signed in permanent
  
The problem is that they pretend
That they don't even exist
Authority will put you down
and spit on your poor head
Don't ask for help from Liberty
She headed back to France
Why do people seem to kick
The gift-horse in the ribs or in the mouth
It just never makes know sense
  
It tells me here I have a right to own my own weapon
**** any brother/mother off if they trespass again
Protect MYSELF and PROPERTY
It's written here in ink
So why are all these jokers here
Just making me plain sick
By taking everything I own
They're leading me to sin
  
If I ever would work-out my rights again
I'd be in jail or someplace worse
and I don't mean prison
Somebody thought the banks could pay
for a debt that never ends
You have no right to tell us this, you're not american
I do believe I have the right to go to hell again
  
I walked into the library to gain more information
Larry Tribe said it's invisible
The U.S. Constitution
Louis Fisher writes recurring threats have come
To U.S. Freedom on to Woods and Gutzman
Both of them want to know
Who killed the U.S. Constitution
  
Go ahead and blame it on me  
Everybody else did
I guess we make what we believe
When we're up against it
This push and shove and pettiness really has to end
If you need to know the question again
Please tell me who killed the U.S. Constitution
  
Because it never went away
But, we ignore it everyday
Someone question me
Please ask me
Who killed the constitution
was it God?  or was it men?
Was it the one's who caused the fallout?
Could we really ever bailout?
  
Not me my friend, I'm staying here
Right Here!  Until the very end
What does that mean?  I'll tell ya Jim
I'll fight for rights that I believe in
Even if they lead to sin
The U.S. Constitution
  
And If anyone wants to know
I'll ask the question once again
Somebody here please tell me
Who killed the constitution
Yeah, one more time
I love it's ring
And forever which it stands
Somebody again please tell me
Who killed the constitution
Who killed the constitution

When I look to the night sky

When I look to the night sky
Leaving the panic world behind
In the dominion of starry nigh
I travel to the galaxies so high

Stars are dim in the moon light
Goddess Moon is on the throne
Her majesty is on the height
And the surrounding glows bright

Every star has its cosmic world
Too different than the earth
Which looks pensive and absurd?
As no groans and pains are heard

All are busy in their specific role
And they never fatigue
To locate their concerned goal
Neither they stay nor they stroll

I was in the romantic shroud
But the groans of my world
Explodes the balmy veil of cloud
When someone calls my name aloud



To a Butterfly

O' short lived butterfly
Ye live forever in the dale of beauty
Spreading about the rainbow of colours
Thy honeydew makes saline moments
Of the spectator, sweet and manna
When thy reflection in his eyes
Gets a forever protection…
Monarch like expedition do you make
From country to country
Crossing the boarders of brooks
Meadows, deserts and spiky paths
And occupy the states of gloomy hearts
Diurnal ye are as a man
But stop! There's a wide gulf
Ye console the weary heart in the long run
He grants weary heart to the consoled one



Materialism….

He is not just a countryman of mine
Even we have a same boundary line
But many years turned into history
Our looks remain a part of mystery


Hunter…

To brothel Cyprian goes
And priest to the Church
What's there for them
They are in search

Tis' a Chance that evaluates

In the game of luck and doom
There is crash there is boom
Some win without action
Some actions lack reaction
Some fall in exertion
Some succeed in desertion
Some defeat in holding seat
Some triumph in their beat
Tis' a chance that evaluates
Success and defeat are just baits

Here's that song I wrote about you
Instead of lying around, whimpering
I put my pen to the paper again
And I don't even have to pretend
Yes, here's that song I wrote about you
I hope you like how it ends
Because every-time I think of you
I write a song again

Like a manic my-space ******
Reading everything I write
Deleting words you thought were yours
And changing some to fight
It's not your mother dear nic-o-lee
So stop choosing her to blame
You will be cornered by the feds
Someday when they put you both away

I never knew love in this kind of way
Fly to get there.  Then, have to explain
What possessed me to see you in person
can never be explained
I'd like to talk about two girls
And they're both from Michigan
You Georgia peaches got nothing on them
And the way they love to sin
  
And many come to see me in person
At the typewriter where I sit
And sometimes they can make me feel easy
And at times they make me **** [panic]
When they say
"Why'd you write that song about me"
And I say
"Listen, it was only words"
Do you want to fight with me?
And then they lay on their back again
  
I told you every-word is about you
But the names, look, they changed again
All that hurt, and you still sleep around
Can't you trust?  Then please tell me why you can't
I'd like to write a song about FEB
And how beautiful a ten
or how those ****** in Hollywood
Stole my song last year, again
But, thanks to my friend Walleye I knew they
wouldn't get away with it
Now there I go again
Got off the track in Hackensack
Oh well, here we go again

So, here's that song I wrote about you
To my wife/*****/lost girlfriend
I put my pen to the paper again
And I don't even have to pretend
Somebody write this date down
Sunday, One Ten Twenty-Ten
What once was so very far away
Has already been spent

Hear a song I wrote for you
If the big men go and steal it
I'll have to write another one
I just hope that you can feel it
Here's that song I wrote about you
Can you have that on your conscience?
Here's a song I wrote about you
Life is short!  There!
This song has balance

So, here's that song I wrote about you
Instead of lying around, whimpering
I put my pen to the paper again
And I don't even have to pretend
Yes, here's that song I wrote about you
And I hope you like it's ending
Because, every-time I think of you
I write a song again

Anna Christina
You lied  You lied  You Madam
The fine is time served

handheld all-purpose
device how nice to make life
an easy delight

Remember this one?

About a year ago, before the candidates were in the running. The headlines read "Hillary defeats Satan." I , at the time, could not understand this. "How could this be?" I questioned myself. After all, wasn't she the one that handed over the POTUS position to a muslim/socialist? And wasn't she caught with a truckload of articles that belonged to the United States when she moved out of the White House? Yet, some women groups still believe she is the right person to steal the office. (Remember Dickandbush, no one voted for them either. Remember? REMEMBER?) The Presidency is not a position that is voted by the people anymore and hasn't been decided by the public in a long, long time. As a matter of fact, the whole election process is merely a choreographed dance or ******* if you will.

Now to the matter of topic. How she does it. First she gets a crazy old man who preaches socialism is the answer to be her opponent. Is any one in their right mind going to believe that socialism belongs anywhere on THIS PLANET! Listen friend, if it didn't work for the Russians and the USSR then how in the hell do you think it would work here. Some one PLEASE purchase a one-way ticket to China for Bernie boy or maybe send him to Mars. Maybe it could work there. Okay? She has the Democratic ticket. In like Flint.

Now the other side, the Republicans had so many choices and only one of them had the nads to challenge the SUPER-PACS. (You remember those nice scumbags that pay politicians so much money to destroy the country that they (the politicians) just have to take it. Let's see, there once at the time was about eighteen of them. And not one of them could match the evil wits of Satan. I really believed at one time that he DID have a chance to beat thunder-thighs. Then he did this. First he stated that he was good friends with Hillary and has known her for a very long time. Then, he did the unthinkable. He hired the Stay Puft Marshmallow Man to tag along with him. You remember him. Don't you? The guy who not only single-handedly bankrupted an entire city. But, also gave the State of New Jersey a $384 BILLION deficit. Great choice Donald. Why don't you just meet Hillary in a motel for three days and you can be the next leader in about eight years or so.

The other Republican hopefuls were 1. Pretty Boy (he could get the eighteen year old vote but, that's about all.) 2. *****-Nilly (just not leadership material.) 3. BUSH? 4. Some guy whose name sounds like a ****** disease. 5. The Penguin, or as he put it Dracula. And other fiends of Hillary.

Sorry Folks,

The fix was in from the get go.
It's in the bag.

Let's just hope that thunder-thighs doesn't squeeze us too hard.


Oh, just one last thing. If we limit terms in the Senate, Congress, and most importantly Supreme Court. Then, and only then will we have an uncorrupted government. You can thank me later.

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I only beat you
Because I love you
Mother said.  After I died.
  
She wanted me to be good
So she beat me 'til I bled
Now I'm dead

Every day my welts bleed
Like the day I was suspended
In the fourth grade
For disrupting the learning
Process of the other children
  
No child should be sent home for that
No child should be sent home after that
No child should be sent home back to that
No child should know this pain
  
Mother said I was faking it
  
I try to sleep at night
Lying there
My welts still bleeding

I saw Ladonna the other day
She scrunched her face as if to say
I love/hate you; Do you want to play
All I could do was look the other way
  
                            (CHORUS)
  
Killer kiss, killer kiss, killer kisses
They have you run from any kind of fun
Killer kiss, killer kisses, killer kiss
Don't need a family; don't need a gun
Killer kisses, killer kiss, killer kiss
Sweat your death, seven, twenty-four
Killer kiss, killer kiss, killer kiss
Stay away from any type of *****
  
Can't have a love life anymore
Makes time slow down and life a bore
Life's a school of fish; You have to catch one quick
Or play survival and die in the scramble
  
                          Repeat Chorus
  
You think you know it all until you find her young
You thought she would keep you there until she left you hung
Now you are dying with every lasting breath
The desert wolves are howling, waiting for your death
  
                              Repeat Chorus
                                   END

On top it says aria
But, it's no electric
needed
Eleven pegs for just six strings
Its one half feels deserted

It's old and tarnished
Nicked and dinged
Worn frets
No shine
No gleam

But, through the years
has gleaned all that
I felt
The laughs
The tears
Truths, lies, and fears

My Music Box
It has a name
a solo in its own
Right to stand
So tall and strong
Behold!
It looks so

all alone

agony builds, weak
languishing dubious eels
languishing, dryly

As Dorothy
Lie flat
Atop the dusty water
  
The Red handed
puppet wept
  
Knowing
He could not lend assistance
to his friend
  
Nor an elbow
  
Just another case
of left-handed irony

" The only thing that pleasures us
is killing babies with our guns"

These were the words
Sung
By members
of the ROTC
while jogging down union street in hackensack

Seventeen year old children
Being programmed
By our government
to pleasure themselves
by killing babies

Half a million innocent lives
Taken
by baby killers

War is Hell

Here

in hackensack
where the army rotc trains children to pleasure themselves

Kelly, oh Kelly
From past and afar
Oh how I loved you
A beautiful car

I can't believe
It's been thirty-five years
The bleeding; the hurting
I've suffered so dear

I wish it that
We had never once parted
For again it would fail
If we ever restarted

Once we had once
Can not happen; it ends
Calliope wheel
Spins around once again

'm looking for trouble
Looking for trouble
And heather is her name

Looking for trouble
Looking for trouble
Heather is her name

Won't you please help me
Find my trouble
So I can get with her

She told me last December
She still loved me ; the same
So now I've got to find my trouble
'Cause I can't stand no pain

Oh, trouble
in your tights
it sends me like a kite
Oh, trouble

The pretty girls know
Why they wear their perfume
The pretty girls know
Why they fill a room
The pretty girls know why
They wear their hair
The pretty girls know why
So men will stare
The pretty girls know why
They wear that smile
The pretty girls know why
With it such aplomb
The pretty girls know
How to wear a hat
The pretty girls know why
They do this and that
The pretty girls know

Brother,

  You know now that I have felt
your torment.  A beaten battered
life.  You showed me what to do if
ever I could climb up to the moon.
I remember back in '73 you were
show thrilled about your overalls,
you had to so them to me and rosey
off the great white way, outside an Abc.
I could say a lot of things about you.
And they would all be good.  Like you,
I don't judge people by their faults.
I didn't know what you were saying
earlier this year.  I guess we could have
spent more time but it would not be any
better than time already spent.
My friend
and
                                             BROTHER

I hate your guts
I never ever loved you
I couldn't stand you stalking me
on my morning run

You're a very bad neighbor
But, I'll never need a gun
Don't need someone so serious
Can't we just have fun

and I say

Bye Bye Angel
Let my silence run
So much fun to be with you
When we were very young

tonight I'll

Cry Cry Angel
For the loss of one
True friend to the very end
If it could be undone

I'd eat your cancer
make it go away
shut the door on that

Too late for wishful thinking now
She never will come back
The brightest spot of the seventies
Is gone forever, jack

so I say

Bye Bye Angel
I'll see you in the sky
When driving up the PCH
I'll look for rainbow smiles

and I say

Bye Bye Angel
I liked that final kiss
It's not the gift that one would wish
But I think I get the gist

Bye Bye Angel
I hope to see you soon
Better to be dead than here
Just wishing on the moon

sleepy tall sunny
raspberries hallucinate
pulling sheepish hearts

Let's do the Lindy
Everybody do the Lindy
Let's let the men in red
Roll on in from China

Let's do the Lindy
Everybody do the Lindy
Every small-c ******
Living in the USA

It's hard to believe
That we all let this happen
How can we stand by and see
Our country flushed down the crapper

Hey Everybody
Let's do the Lindy
The government controls us
All hail the ****** way

If I
Had to jump off
of the grand canyon to
prove to you that I love you true
then this I would do but,
That would leave you
Alone

Walking down the street today
The people look so cold
They have to hurry on their way
No time to share one's soul

Some push and shove, start bickering
Forgetting why we live
It's only competition now
Nothing else means anything

We must win the fight fight fight
It means everything
We have not time to shake one's hand
nor listen to them sing

When did we forget to love
our brothers and our friends (?)
The world has turned so sickening
When will it ever end

The midnight alley cats sing harmony
The fire and police
Lay down the backbone and the beat
to summon music from the street
The ambulance then takes the lead
they drive Daly away
They could have just called up a hearse
the stench of death will stay
The dogs are barking
Howling wolves can hear it far away
No need to light a river fire
was ninety-eight today
too many homeless died last winter
too many homeless in the seat today

unborn deceitful
misers tumble, men burn, peach
sniggering soaked lash

The gays in Hackensack
Have their own club
It's called the gay pill traders club
off main
on mercer
just south of the tracks

above the check cashing place on main
Where the drunks go
to cash their welfare checks

People there trade and sell
all kinds of drugs
upstairs
and on the tracks

There's a fat cop
who pops in from time to time
looking for drugs

Always with a *** of cash
Been coming there for years
Never can find any drugs

It's dangerous
Being on your own

flatly impassive
mermaids patter raggedly
bleakly, moping pains

It could have been in any cove
In any sleepy desert oasis
Mine was down from the left
of the Put-put course
the one with
the prettiest girl in spain

For three days after the first burn
I stayed inside the villa
Then dared the solar power
to further fry my body

I lay in the mediteranean
with so heavy a salt content
floating about aimlessly
until it bumped me

As I awaken from my sun slumber
The smile and the blood thirsty look take me in its eye
and I freeze cold for three
quarters of a second.  Before punching
it's nose
and then in its eye
and again in its brain
Giving the blood thirsty beast the education he requires
to satisfy my hunger
I drag him to the pebble beach
and beat his brain repeatedly
with a succession of right crosses
then plead

Charlie Kitchell take my picture
Kathy Kitchell take my picture
Michael Meadows take my picture

Five Foot TEN INCH SHARK
Caught by six foot twenty-three
year old G.I.

This calls for a celebration
First with laughter
Then with liquor
Then with feast of prey
and more liquor

We ate for a week
and with barcardi at a dollar a gallon
puked to our hearts content

Not in Alliconte
with its industry
Not in Benidorm
with its way too many brits

Altea
the so quiet
its mob eerie quiet
the most relaxing place I've ever been

Where my high powered zoom lens
took many **** photos of
Beautiful women

Where we de-wasped the bushes
by the pool at the rented villa

and I performed the most daring
feat of my life
ending a shark's
with my bare hands

Sometimes I dig deep, way inside
But there is nothing there that is left
Except for the excruciating pain you gave
Me, I have other kinds of debt

You knew the rules before you popped the pills
And mass hysteria set in
A cold cup of hard scotch made it
Made it difficult to live again

You can not escape all you have done here
If you're lucky, only half of what you did
Look here, I'm running off the track again
And I don't even know where this train will end

Everything that is real has an ending
Sometimes sad but, that's the way of life
If we took away the hurt and pain & suffering
There would be nothing we could write about
Nothing we could write about in the end

She's way too young
But, I still want her
Never felt a warmer softer soul
I love the way she vampire bites me
Maybe not the dark' eternity though

And Romeo's going to muscle her away from me
I'd like to see him try
I'd send him to the moon; he'd fly
I guaranty a fight

I never loved one more, ayem
so that's the irony
The one I love more than any other
Could be the true-heart..death of me

And Romeo want's to dance with her
Well, my feet are tired
So it's better her than me
Maybe keep the peace

... or give it a fight

for life

Audrey
  Won't you shine your light
  Spread your loving on me
Audrey
  My delight
  Send your loving to me

I walked to heaven
and fought the hell to get there
The pictures are the proof
I took 'em
You find them
You'll never see anything like it again
Snow-capped Mountains of paradise
as cold as it was ridged
Sunlight bouncing off of white clouds
The artist broke the easel

Audrey
Audrey

I saw your latest victim.  Enjoying summer camp
When colored leaves are falling  Then will you return

Shave that thing off
your mustachio
Comb your hair
Now, look at that
Watch your manners
Don't past wind fast
And don't don't don't
make that laugh

    Chorus

Don't Don't Don't
Make that laugh
Don't Don't Don't
Make that laugh
Die off from a heart attack
But don't don't don't
make that laugh

v2

Don't do nothing
It's Saturday
Nod out on
the couch all day
plan a date
a night that's ' gas
But don't don't don't
make that laugh

     Repeat Chorus

V3

Spend all day
just watch T.V.
Hop on a bus
to the city
Go without
taking a bath
but don't don't don't
make that laugh

Carolyn Sara Echo Bonnie
Helena Su'ze and Faridi
  
All my babies cry and tease me
All you had to do, drop them then please me
  
Who knew that hawks could fly at night
Fell off my bike, retired for life
  
Greenbriar boys will try to tell ya
"I ain't tryin' to gaslight no one fella"
  
Hey all my girlfriends round and rounder
I'm so glad I grabbed and found her
  
Here we go, here we go, Big Blue Diamond
Telling everybody I'm one loose cannon
  
Choo-Choo  Choo-Choo  long train running
Look at that ******, he's still gunning
  
Rich man, Rich man, overpaid me
******* off ****** going to save me?
  
Carolyn Sara Echo Bonnie
Helena Suze and Faridi

The train has passed
We're glad she's gone
She never did much good

Monarchs, satyrs-butterflies
could ****
But, she could not

Crapping through
a tubed-up bag
Ain't no way to live

Too much weight to bury
Now they burn them
all the dead

For Twenty-Five years we watched
Drug Dealers on the sidelines
in the NFL

In High School
We were told that if we didn't join sports
We would wind up doing drugs

We did not
Believe
Those coaches

The chess team did well that year
A football player became paralyzed
for life

The hotdog poet The hotdog poet
Ev'rybody  Summertime  The hotdog poet
The hotdog poet  The hotdog poet
Ev'rybody kick the dog  The hotdog poet

Misery from a *****
I loved that dog
black as coal
soft brown spots
on her shiny coat

They used to kick these dogs and
Label them as nazis

But, she endured and ignored
the razzings

She had a good life in her little
own **** doggie world

Yesterday
She wore a cream colored
blouse with a white
skirt so
to appear
as an ice
cream float
yet, somehow
Sweetness escaped
this non-diet
bev'rage

I shot Marlon Brando in his head
Shot Marlon Brando Dead, Dead, Dead

rising loudly, sting
fiendish open-mouthed haystacks
stagger, despondent

vain cow hesitates
despondent caterpillars
shivering soaked bright

A fighting man
and now he's gone
May he never be forgotten
How he led his country towards peace
away from defeat and destruction
Rising above the powers that be
Knocking them down
Muhammad Ali

A poet, a boxer, a comedian
but, mostly a fighter,
One beautiful bad man
If you ask me, we need more of these
I speak of the Greatest
Muhammad Ali

Those people at the shore
and Coney Island
Tanning when they know it's bad
and that's not the worse part
They think they can swim and live
You can't go in that water
Fifty years now
without death splashing into your mouth
You can't even breathe the air
The air is melting the ice cap
That's Hot
The worms flow the faucet
filters work
live longer

I had a conversation with my
fence the other day.
And hear now what it said
Never worry about the things that went
wrong yesterday.  There is no way to make
up for it.  But, always learn from it.  That
is what mistakes are for.  Mistakes are
part of the learning process.  That is
why we make mistakes.  So that we can
learn.  Learning by error.  That is what
humans do.  They/we err.  We/us make
mistakes so that we can learn.  Learning
is good.  Ergo erring is good.  If we don't  
err we won't learn.  Technicians err.
Scientists err.  Doctors err.  Leaders err.
Teachers err.  Editors find typo errors.  If we
never learn, life would be bliss.  For
ignorance is a happy place or so they say.
Whoever They are have never learned, or
they wouldn't be so **** happy.  I see
them all the time.  Laughing.  Smiling.  Happy.
I've learned so much.  I am a miserable son
of a *****.

Sometimes things end just
like a summer romance cold
and with less daylight

I saw a bunch of poets
on a line
at the Avalon
in San Francisco

They looked so tired
So, I approached them
then stated
"you guys look beat"

but, at a closer glance
they were just ******

Allen was there
with Corso and Ferlinghetti
Bukowski was around the corner
trading his wife for cigarettes

again

All the times you've loved me
and I didn't hear a one
like a rail-man drunk on brandy
I couldn't hear your love

Now, If I had be listening
Soft bluebirds in thin air
Would let me know where heaven is
That is in front of your glistening