I was loved
For some time,

It was beautiful,
In between

Sunrise and
Sunset,

Alongside
Cats and candles,

While listening
To the best of

Chuck mangione
On a suit case

Record player,
That I haven’t

Touched since
I was loved,

Now I wonder
If I am deserving,

If life really open
Doors after one closes,

I’ll lay outside,
Back against the lawn,

I’ll **** on the dew
Of a freshly rained tree,

I’ll snack on the mushrooms,
And chew on sticks,

I’ll be fine,
Since I was loved.

Two-thirty a.m.,
cruising my hometown,
feeling despondent vibes
of failed industry
yet familiar comfort
of childhood haunts,
I belonged.

Out with buddy boy, childhood pal,
smoking Marlboro reds
in his high roller Cadillac, white,
smooth cruising, floating ride,
driving circles, squares
around our old neighborhood,
Nancy Sinatra serenading us,
“Sugartown” repeating on loud,

needing this carefree release of
pent up, wicked juju,
masqueraded well below
staged superfluous smiles

He was gambling
and losing all he had,
I was getting high
and losing my mind,

both of us back home
to escape these vices
our bad decisions catching up,
fools to addiction, we were dying.

Chuck Mangione, “Feels So Good”,
old recordings from dubbed mix tape,
open window, release of trapped skeletons,
inspiring belief in better days to come,.

Bygone music, rhythm and lyrics
offering alternatives to troubled  life,
and we dreamed of delicious days,
peace, freedom realized
destination in sight
almost there in Sugartown.

I’d like a Luigi Mangione
perforated pizza with a
hole in the middle, extra
C.E.O. topping of cheese
eggplant and olives presto!

Nancy Pelosi has hip
replaced in Germany.
Her own insurance
Firm refused to pay.
She will be speaking
With Luigi Mangione
For advice on return.

CEO    Luigi Mangione Pizza.
Cheese Eggplant and Olives
On a perforated base, chilly
Pellets to burn your fat *****.

I will siphon from the well,

and leave a Luigi Mangione

message, in italic calligraphy,
                             /
for Buachailli Bowe (in red ink)



Ps.
                      /
Buachailli Bo = Cowboy in Irish.
Phonetic Pronunciation = Bowe
It is used to describe a dishonest
corrupt devious malicious person
without a heart empathy or ethics.
I just met one recently in Ireland,
one of those Brian Thomson types
who treats (some people) like ****,
the ones who don't play golf, etc !

Ps. x 1

Spread it like slurry on the streets,
pass on, put on face book, we need
to expose these leech parasite fleas.

Ps. x 2

I don't own a gun but I have ink and
paper and a fountain pen, and Luigi.

The to and not to be

There’s a town with a spa, Baden Baden
In Israel, there’s a BiBi, Ben Laden

We’ve got Bridget Bardot
Then there’s Buachailli Bowe

With a heart made of lead
That won’t gladden



Ps

Buachailli Bowe is a right
******* ******* living in
County Cork Ireland who
Needs to meet Luigi Mangione

Fire breaks in the forest
Differ in width, it depends
On tree heights, species
And the prevailing winds.

In poetry literature music
It is beat verse or chapter.

In written word it’s comma.

In the spoken word pending
On the question it can vary.

For example if you ask about
Brian Thomson/ Luigi Mangione
The response will be thus.

He didn’t deserve to be shot

                    BUT