The meaning of leaves in
a refreshing cool wind
He chose to live
for friendship
Not for that
other thing

Feelin like The Blues
~~

There’s a room I keep inside me
Its hollow and its dead.
Its where the sadness lingers.
Instead of in my head.

The news flows like a sewer
Is nothing ever good?
There’s ****** and there’s killing
Streets that run with blood.

I’d pray to God to stop it
But I don’t know who to choose
The music’s sad and weeping
Man its feelin like the blues

I’ve let my heart get frozen
to make the hurting stop.
Some people say I’m golden
Others say I’m not.

So I listen to their stories
With sadness in my eyes
Of all the pain and suffering.
Where everybody dies.

Is my heart turning to stone?
Does the bad guy ever lose?
Must I live this pain alone.
Man its feelin like the blues

There is no God in heaven?
Or no fiery hell below.
Says the lonely atheist
Who claims he’s in the know.

But I have heard the whispers
That my heart just can’t refuse
It’s a calling for redemption.
Man its feelin like the blues.

the down keeps me up
needing to crash but thoughts beckon
i know i must pay tomorrow
full moon tonight
what’s your excuse?
if you’re a woman don’t misconstrue
i’m not a  misogynist
true misogyny neccitates great admiration
full moon tonight
what’s your excuse?
i don’t care tonight
gonna stay awake till collapse
i dreamed Apple traded
$99.00 monday morning and i bought it
i’m not your type
not your type not your type
i read Flaubert, Zola, Nabokov
i know it’s hard to see
i imagine angels
what do you like in your cup of tea?
while taking care of neighbor’s cat Oskar
decided to replace porch standard white with green light bulb
i hope they like it
they’re burners
they’ll be gone for two weeks

the stony silence
is an offshoot of the violence
brewed in the madman’s dream
none shall speak ever again
he will be king
drunk on brandy and power
and only he will speak
they must listen in perpetuity
he is a latter-day monarch in a monocle
and severe coat tails and top hat
everyone is a servant servile and compliant
his will is to be done at all times and in all places
always he wakes up to a continental breakfast
and an academic on radio talking in RP
like an Oxford-educated pundit of anthropology
who has theories for everything
including the shape of his own nose
lo and behold!
The days of change are here
men shall whimper and die
women shall rise up and rule
from the bedroom to the boardroom
it’s a woman’s world, ultimately
and the tin *** king shall tuck his tail away
and kiss the hand of she who rules