#reed
I'm getting goosebumps thinking
about my coney Island baby,
we're going to the boardwalk
and listen to some Rock and Roll.
If I'm blessed by the warped
east coast gods, I'll run into
Sweet Jane and score
some ****** the click that
makes this hell alright.
with a dime bag, this madness
becomes a perfect world.
This should be quite the Walk on the
Wild Side.
Jun 19, 2020
Jun 19, 2020 at 12:58 PM UTC
Never be a reed
behind a tree.
hidden away from others.
Always be the wind,
as it can pass beyond any obstacle.
Feb 15, 2020
Feb 15, 2020 at 9:59 AM UTC
sam i yam not,
nor will this 'lo bot go away
cuz, every coordinate in cyber space allows,
enables and provides
an opportunity to bray,
and thence get access
to each excel lent power full point
one among the beguiling bajillion,
thus this ming boggling concept proffers
(even the generic mom and pop hacker
tubby in her/his element field gloating
as if they won
the Irish Sweepstakes that day
despite neither could claim
direct lineage, sans Emerald Eire
analogous to Celtic temptress,
whose grand geography
beckons toward entranceway,
where sensory, levity,
and ecstasy punctuate foray
boot that diverges one hundred
and eighty degrees asper gateway
onrush of spam enters electronic hatchway
spilling forth like
offal horrific bilge interlay
sloshing violently, revoltingly,
and nauseatingly, witnessing a jay
bird donning mask (yule hating)
beak coming contrivance fashioned keyway.
force full brainstorm to firewall
to place on indefinite layaway
inundation of spam midway
between now and eternity,
essentially noway
no more, and if necessary
hermetically seal myself
stationing a pal in drone willingly overpay!
Mar 24, 2018
Mar 24, 2018 at 1:22 AM UTC
(no braggadocio! modest rodomontade scored triumphantly!)
Unbeknownst to me, a generic human ape,
an unpleasant surprise
swished down like an ominous cape
awaited and near smothered me drape
ping that October morning, where no escape
presaged via frisky black cats
chasing shadows on fire escape
crossed my path after walking under a ladder
where ice **** ravens didst jape!
**********************************
Wheels of injustice applied via de
fender, sans Johnny Cochran forced ee
year splitting amidst general public fee
ver rush to absorb disbelief shell shock hee
ret tickle non guilty conviction from key
ping popular culture spell bountious lee
really exhausted viz three ring me
dee ya circus (June 1994 – October 1995) pre
vail ling obvious evidence irrelevant, thus re
deeming O.J. Simpson to strut guilt free
from emotionally charged trial. I awoke
as usual and performed customary bespoke
oblations vis a vis half-hour plus choke
hold asphyxiation meditation, okey doke
shuteye discipline followed daily to evoke
calm, cool, and collected trance zen dental
bliss before motoring on with gist of gentle
lee presented vignette, though me mental
state did not shift gears into a rental
modus operandi, but only partially new
trawl eyed , cuz the then fiancé (one mew
zing chic chick i.e. Abby Robin Zison), Jew
dish us lee spent the night
at our transitional grew
some domicile) immediately nsync to report do
tuff lee (at the Goddard School)
raced like a Chew
Bach ha's Dickensian protagonist back up Badoo
two flights of stairs. Like eponymous Aloo
men hum mushing spry feline woman out bitta bing
bitta bang (clanging like hells bells) ding
donging, she immediately flew back fling
all four feet eleven of her harried style jing
ling in an agitated state she set foot to go bob
bing out the door intent
(as iterated) driving to her job,
and in combination pantomime
and words crisis did lob
asper like a bot to me,
she attempted to communicate rob
bing her unsuspecting fount of thespianism
tub air gritty modicum
of rationale from putrid slob
name of Leslie (the lunatic landlady)
thine paramour conveyed clarity mouth ajar
after surmising urgent news
required automatic action to un bar
driveway, where I parked car,
the previous night surreptitiously venal far
from rational rapscallion most definitely har
bored an axe to grind, and locked Ford Escort par
**** shinned within chain linked fence - war
fore suggestion got made
(from future bride)
to confront landlady,
and sternly insist and mildly chide
corrective action taken,
yet this storyteller defied
said suggestion, and brainstormed
with betrothed asthma guide
averting compromising neither of our pride
and prejudice respective, sans stevedore
managers would not let us slide
gnome hatter, how we could not
escape deprecation
no matter how much we tried.
Prior to heading off to bed
the prior night, I deigned
to express likelihood to landlord/owner
thyself and pseudo spouse needed to find
another place to live. The major reasons
for vacating premises? Her grind
ding cigarette no ifs, ands
or buts smoking mind
less ness ranked (on par
with chimney didst wind
burning wood smoke
at full blast) as primary source
of revulsion did provoke,
and aye came across with homespun folksy
sensitive mien, as a simple country bloke
I expressed honest sentiment at being
extremely averse (where hacking awoke
the future wife)
from second hand carcinogen(s)
extant within cancer sticks. Asphyxiation deafen
knit lee found me choking half to death even
putting towel under the door, or
additionally keeping
bedroom window wide open,
the malodorous nicotine wisps ambled - pen
knit trait ting, wending, curly cued,
and filtered thru fabric with mischievous yen.
No matter, the twisting tendrils of tobacco found
their way into ole factory nasal cavity ground
zero, sans health conscious holistic being hound
did, what constituted one deranged dame
the SPCA ought to impound.
Another factor fueling foul accommodations yin
wanna know offset fine tuned win
Dixie yang,
which odoriferous torture constituted
nauseating odor of cat *****
and litter boxes smelt worse than sin,
cuz, they never got cleaned of feline ***** matter
near visible as a unsightly dangerous shark fin.
Upon summoning effort
and energy to communicate
bona fide concerns, she responded
and didst denigrate
with contempt fiery madness irate
psychotic malicious venomous vile
as dead body snatcher mate
and then insidious wheels
of malice with tongue flames
crackling, popping, and snapping
from out her reptilian pate
began to turn more sharply
amidst ghoulish clatter and path
of destruction on her tabula rosa slate
with more danger than
along axis of evil tete a tete.
She madly paced back and forth
across maligned envisioned aisle
a small patch of uncluttered space in main foyer
witnessed seething rage wherein
carpeted floor boards,
an imperfect circle shod feet didst dial
no doubt internally
plotting vengeful strategic guile.
Castigations, fulminations, and insinuations ague
gulled out her mouth
noxious fumes left exit pronto flew
ludicrous lacerations
from fiery dragon lady did spew
while yours truly soundly slept
and without incident dreamt edenic view
she unwittingly trappings to annihilate Xandu
some personal vendetta. After I washed, dressed as a zoo
keeper headed downstairs,
the malicious scheme she did hatch
out back became a living reality,
an empty house doors hooked with latch
(Samir, the other occupant) left hours earlier no match
to tangle with wicked witch absented premises natch
eerily echoed every footstep trod one patch,
after another
patent leather slippers paused to scratch
an niche 'pon second landing
(to confirm a strong hunch)
that nary a soul heard nor seen,
probably out to lunch,
no raving ranting banshee
demented drunk as punch
No zombie like entity appeared from the “DO
NOT DISTURB” sign affixed
outside sleeping area, aye did scrunch
brow to compress insight,
where mangy catatonic felines
shared coterie holograms suddenly jumped out
from virtual reality cat n' app cradle
swishing tails shorn like cat o' nines
mewing obscenities (within/ out
computer screen, ominous signs,
sans phantasmagoric phantom) lurking
like a lunatic swing from vines.
Nonetheless, I continued to tread
down dimly lit said
lower level with glimmer
of optimism to bolster lead
din heavy mood crossing fingers
spare set of skeleton keys
(with cross bones and skull head)
nearly always left tantalizingly
dangling in unused door latch, twas cred
double wish, thus spirit within me soared
and just as quickly sank to abyss of psyche moored
sensation felt like poured molten lava oh Lord
Guess what? No such luck. Oh,
she definitely would not a ford
carelessness, and took precautions okay
hiding temptation to make a getaway
Well…I stepped outside
to assess situation. Blimey cray
zee myopic eyes forced to glean deadbolt
found gate shut tight, thence a feeble bray
escaped parched lips, when lo...vix
teased and cross myopic eyes,
no doubt played tricks
holy glory. Ah, a handsaw
carelessly got left and altered mix
matched tool chest in plain view, a sudden fix
but prior to acting on the plan, quite do able
I made a few telephone calls
first telephonically cable
hub rate, and firstly contacted employer
told tale more unbelievable than a fable
thence to local police
in order to file complaint against
goon bonkers malicious monstrous label
quick as the brown fox
jumps over the lazy dog
escape attempted perilous hell grog
ghee nightmare commenced after placing
phone back on cradle, whence nog
'gin set fingers to twitch busily
sawing into one steel link,
(an effort aye did slog)
thru to break at one linkedin steel segment
barricading trusty Ford Escort
so this fellow could hightail with pent
up adrenaline out of nefarious
steely web and test a mint...,
whence surge of adrenaline
coursed from head to toe,
my heart pounded not so gent
lee ready to burst from chest,
and palms perspired profusely
with unexpected accursed of evil incarnate
vis a vis hell bent agent
provocateur ready to pounce
and deliver violent
retribution, which blows
from blunt heavy object,
would invariably render me unconscious
courtesy of cerebral rent.
For better than worse, a kind face
of destiny smiled from countenance grace
sing unseen karma
smiled smooth as sateen or lace
upon my essence as shaking hands
furiosly moved saw handle
back and forth dozens of times until…
THE CHAIN BROKE AND SET ME FREE
now fickle finger of fate
got me ought ta this place!
Mar 21, 2018
Mar 21, 2018 at 12:12 PM UTC
Bob and Lou
You are my lyrical gods
Raised on hippy ness
Your tunes were intertwined
Bob you got a top prize
About time too with all that's blown in the wind
And Lou with your flowers every hour you have made many a day perfect
Bob you wandered a bit but we forgive
Glad am I of finding you both
Welcome a world of Wilde sides and tambourine men .
Oct 13, 2016
Oct 13, 2016 at 1:34 PM UTC
Bowie
left town
blasting off
from a
Lafayette
rooftop
his ***
spewing
a rainbow arc
liberally
sprinkling
Gluten-free
golden glitter
onto chichi
Houston Street
bistros
liberating a
fawning glitterati
eager to prance
about a
shanghaied
High Line
for a
NY second
the best dressed
homeless dude
in NoHo
spotted a
Pale Duke
apparition
fluttering over
a posse of
faux
figurine
graffiti
splashed across a
Banksyless wall
tagging the
sunny side
of the finest
neighborhood
car wash
a ghostly
Lou Reed
dressed to the nines
in sleek
Transformer drag
watched
chuckling,
scratching his *****
humming
the final bars of
an Eno
inspired
Perfect Day,
marking odds
when a
long overdue
Iggy Pop
will crash the
Pearly Gate
mosh pits
Ubering
through
the choppy seas
of urban sludge,
lightning bolts
streak down
the sullen faces
of cash strapped
honey dippin
lust for life
hipsters,
luxuriating in
a well nursed
millennial
angst
stew
Fun City's
frenzied
bare footin
Little Monster
darlings
imprisoned
in soulless
high-rises,
still a
quarter shy
from annual
bonus time,
pace
white
stained
minimalist
spaces
indulging
notions
driven
by economic
compulsion
to dial up
flush with cash
fund managers
to seek
margin loans
on their
large positions
in alpha rich
distressed
asset funds
while their
diamond collared
Schnauzers
wait outside
the corner
State News
licking the
oozing sores
encrusting
Lazarus's
feet
Ziggy's
lapping tongue
marks time,
waiting for
the stretchy
panted painted
ladies scoring
Iman's
organic rouge
at a corner
bodega
listening to
a sidewalk
trash can
yelp today's
Daily News
headline
"Major Tom
Myna Hero!"
bekighting the next
15 minute legend
a talking
Myna bird
named
Major Tom
the vigilant
Major
alerted occupants
of a Brooklyn
townhouse of
a furnace leaking
carbon monoxide
when he stopped talking
and dropped dead
a veritable canary
in a coal mine story
a special service
marking
Major Tom's
supreme sacrifice
is planned,
in the spirit of
neighborhood
beatification
the family
implores those
wishing to express
condolences
in lieu of flowers
to please occupy
Prospect Park
to drive out
the rapacious
squeegee men
and feed the
hungry pigeons
Bowie's earthly star
may have gone black
but the ashes of his
disembodied voice
will forever
mark the city
like the
ubiquitous
gray splot
ashes of
pigeon
guano
David Robert Jones
1.8.47 - 1.10.16
Well Done Beloved
God Bless and Godspeed
Music Selections:
David Bowie, Dollar Days
David Bowie, I Can't Give Everything Away
David Bowie, Black Star
Jazz Messengers, Wayne Shorter
Lester Left Town
1.17.16
NYC
jbm
Feb 2, 2016
Feb 2, 2016 at 1:15 PM UTC
He is who he is
Someone great indeed
Although he doesn’t know it
I’m here to show him
You see
He seems really ordinary
But what I’ve read is extra- ordinary
You see his quite plain
Not always sane
Sometimes he can even be lame
Its really a shame
So he wrote this book
I then took a look
Got to know him better
Inside a few letters
His pages tells a story
Of God and his Glory
He met a young lady
And fell madly in love
She was what he wanted
And he was he she needed
All seemed fine
But there were to many lies
The bad elements of this world
Is the story he told
A girl she was
With many scars
Hatred and pain
With nothing to gain
He kissed her tears
For many, many years
And all that time
Her life was a lie
He never rejected
Always excepted
Through the Grace of God
He was able to start
Not once did he stop
even when times were tough
And when the going got rough
And she needed stuff
He stood his ground
And eventually found
She was bruised
And abused
A journey she attained
A Journey he obtained
Together making it a life
Worth writing about
His no super hero
Just a religious kind of guy
Making a difference in others lives
Only taking one step at a time
So I’ve come to know
His shared quite a lot
I’m hoping our journey
Never has to stop
But the time will come
When it’s all done
In those few pages
I was won
I’ve learnt a lot
I’ve cried a lot too
There was a lot of ****
But that seemed real
You taught me a lesson
Of love and pain
How to guard my heart
From hatred and shame
I cannot begin to thank you
For all you have done
You’ve change my life
In a short space of time
To be a better person
Inside and out
Your book is worth reading
So please start believing
Soon will come the time
Believe me I done lie
With a friend such as you
Thank you my friend,
cos it's worth reading,
cos it's also rhythmic,
ka boom boom bomb
No thank you my friend
For as you said
Stop writing in a pad
Rather post it on the net
You've giving me reason
And purpose in life
Through A Broken Reed
I was able to see
My lives worth living
And my days are few
So I'm glad that I got
to spend them with
Your book is the reason
I've come this far
I feel inspired
To do something great
I once was bruised
And broken too
But through the virtues
God lend me to you
You taught me love
You taught me patience
You taught me never to give up
And even when I felt so down
You help me turn
My frown upside down
I cannot thank you
And your book
I'm glad God lead me
And I got to take a look.
Nov 11, 2014
Nov 11, 2014 at 4:16 PM UTC
Once passed
Always alive
You Lou
Have me hypnotized.
Not a word
I have heard
Sounds more real
Than the ones
you've told
I too,
Have been
"Waiting
For the man."
Head up Lexington
And start lookin'
For a dear
Dear friend
Of mine;
But mostly
For that one,
Quick, fix.
Soon after
****** hits
And I too
Am dosed,
I - don't - know.
My only
Wonder now is
If a smack
Syringe can be
As good as
It sounds at
This moment
Jun 23, 2014
Jun 23, 2014 at 12:08 AM UTC
Shrieking and howling in
the monotonous falling night,
after dusk’s crepuscular alluring
disappeared in puff of smoke.
Incoming hatched forever in
dingy cage, where hunger
remain unsatisfied.When dark
storm cloud looming
into the horizon, but to hope
for nothing in a lamplight.
Our weary eyes still stray
down this window - to find
her marked town where
we stroll from day to night.
Watery eye still speaks of her in an
untethered dream with every glow of light.
And she came from out of the blue - sky.
[:)] [:] [(:]
Apr 28, 2014
Apr 28, 2014 at 6:36 AM UTC