"aqualung" poems
a lick to the ******* up my *** glowin' a white
boy on Jim Beam and nitro screams hell yes! without
the benefit of an amplifier ebony and ivory together
brings the old south to her knees
she begs tell me 'fore you **** I say yes then oops
sorry black betty
take a grain of salt with that
for twenty bucks
on the Choctawahatchee banks so way below
the yellow rivers
Mason / Dixon look out jealous
with crosses burning ten miles further south
we are in limited territory, look out
for the man,
and swallow.
Dec 7, 2014
Dec 7, 2014 at 1:21 AM UTC
I wonder of you like
star gazing fanatics look into the sky, searching
for some supernova.
Your words have constantly touched
and pulled at my heartstrings:
**Our Kind Of Love Story
Cycles: Rescue
We Won't Need Anything
The Fall
**********
Aqualung**
And countless others that rage over my mind
keeping me awake.
Being a great poet is not the easiest thing to do
but I guess when one has got a heart like yours,
you just close your eyes
and paint.
Dec 12, 2014
Dec 12, 2014 at 11:59 PM UTC
Music. You hear it now, don't you?
What's that sound?
Do you hear it, like I hear it?
Over my shoulder, though,
I've got ghosts and granules.
Voices. You hear it now, don't you?
What's that sound?
Do you hear it, like I hear it?
Evolved use of spoken
word, just to squander it.
I look around,
just to see,
loving my pointlessness
has afforded me,
nothing but
lack of company.
Quote me on this, please.
" I Love It "
Getting home.
Getting ******
No aqualung, here.
Here, the lobes,
evergreen.
I'll die,
but I'm
perfectly fine
in my own eyes,
to be alive,
nowhere beneath,
yet.
Oct 17, 2018
Oct 17, 2018 at 9:56 PM UTC
You were my cross eyed Mary
I was over on the end
We used to meet clandestinely
Anywhere we can
You fingers froze antifreeze
Always a cold shock to me
My hot hand poured
Out in ecstacy
You Said ,"Set my liberty free"
Your smoke swirled around your aura
You blew into the breeze
I blew a shotgun into you
You coughed and then you sneezed
You were my cross eyed Mary
"But Mary's not my name"
As you slid in frozen fingers
I heard you drop your ring
references :
"Cross Eyed Mary" is a song by Jethro Tull from their legendary Aqualung record/cd
Ecstacy is a drug
Shotgun is to reverse a joint and inhale and then exhale blowing the smoke into someone's else's lungs
sneeze is anything snorted up one's nose
ring is a form of birth control where a plastic ring is inserted over the cervex
Feb 2, 2015
Feb 2, 2015 at 9:15 PM UTC
I love the oceans and seas
but I never learnt how to swim;
I'm standing ankle-deep
in the flood of your eyes.
I've learnt to breathe water
for when you cry,
and your waves
pull me under.
Nov 21, 2014
Nov 21, 2014 at 4:01 PM UTC
Some past details are sketchy now,
There's things I know I've done:
I did a spliff with Neil Young,
Had a pint with Pete's best singer,
Walked on Nelson's ship,
The ship that shook Napoleon.
Stole The Dubliners cigarettes,
And the matches too.
McCartney once played for me,
Cat Stevens served us tea.
Leonard was with Suzanne,
He'll always be your man.
I imagine Lennon at his white grand,
Making love to ivory keys;
Krishna George on a cushion,
With sitar on his knees.
Joni's paradise was paved,
But we saved many trees.
I once floated on a zeppelin,
Beneath the dark side of the moon.
I didn't need an aqualung
To help with songs I sung.
We were changing with the times,
And the times they were a changin.
ELP and Alice Cooper,
Zappa, Jackson Brown,
Brought us high,
But we came down.
There's so much more to be done,
But when this life has been run,
I'll cross my legs and play some chords
Of yesterday and days before.
Dec 3, 2014
Dec 3, 2014 at 10:13 AM UTC
I stammer through my sentences
Like a stumbling drunkard ***
Holding out his thumb
For a free ride to anywhere but here
But he knows **** well
Ain't no way in hell
Is anyone gonna pick his wasted *** up
So I continue to talk and talk and
He try's to 'walk' and 'walk'
But it looks and sounds like
A sloppy tightrope tip toe or
A precisely timed and
Meticulously planned and controlled fall
Instead of breaking through barriers
My words begin to build walls
That trap and surround me
I can't sense how they're sounding
Until its too late and
The conversation takes place in my memory
I'm brought back to this stutter
An utterly annoying inarticulate attempt at
Conveying what I mean to mean and
How I'm feeling
Are you with me??
Apr 30, 2013
Apr 30, 2013 at 4:43 PM UTC
favored memories you face faded now in spaces
of black blank places those jostled touches of
colors of hosiery ******* hung on lines that last touch
with old fashioned wooden clips
the **** and the spread legs and the line taut
between stretched the left and right
where dogs roam wild and nothing is washed or hung out
those fineries hidden from view now with an Aqualung
tracing his flute and deep bass
around the inside your skull
as you dance on the park bench barking ferile
unkempt flea and louse ridden crazinesses
scratching your self like that terror
you demonized
the memory you became of that same man
who said hello
to you so long ago
and wretch throw up
so much now
it does no good
Jul 14, 2017
Jul 14, 2017 at 11:50 PM UTC
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Aqualung is hitting me with blows from the guitar,
His watery breathing ragged as the percussion from his drums penetrates my brain like nails.
Then,
What is this?
An acoustic guitar, Anderson, and a gentle bass lays me down,
Easing me down from the sudden hurricane when the old sod starts.
Then the last of the lyrics,
Anderson is begging Aqualung to remember him,
Desperation evident in his voice,
As the old man passes,
Rattling out one last haggard breath.
May 14, 2017
May 14, 2017 at 2:13 AM UTC