Some Poemish Songs (or songish poems)

September 24, 2018

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When I get it

I can’t make it out of my mind

I’m in such an awful bind

There’s this thing I need to find 

A hidden key of some kind

It’s eluded me before

It’s on the other side of a door

When I get it, I’ll be free

When I get it, I’ll change my destiny 


Siri, wake me up now

Siri, wake me up now

Siri, wake me up now

Siri, I want to get back to my real life. Please wake me up

Set the alarm for when?

Now

For what time?

The present time.

Siri, wake me up now.

Siri, wake me up now


 

Body Vacation

I’m going on a little vacation

I’ve got everything set up for my body to function smoothly for a couple of weeks without me.

My work schedule is set. I put money on my subway card. I got a bunch of quarters for laundry.

No surprise events – everything is pretty routine. I should be fine without me.

A lot of the people I interact with are on vacation too, so I won’t be missing anything.

I haven’t decided where I’ll go yet.

Perhaps a yoga retreat in Costa Rica.

Maybe snorkeling in Hawai’i.

Or just curl up in my bed for a long nap.

Yeah. That sounds good. I’ll sleep.

If you need me, leave a message with my body.


Click a daisy:

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Bye Bye Miss White Supremacy

August 21, 2018

A long long time ago
I pretend to remember how
TV and lunch counters used to make me smile
And I knew if I had my chance
That I could make those people dance
And maybe they’d look happy for a while

But November made me shiver
With every tweet that I’d twitter
People who talk different on the doorstep
I couldn’t take one more step

I can’t remember if I called 911
When I read about the Mexicans
Something made me poop my orifice
The day the Obama took office 

So
Bye bye Miss White Supremacy
Drove my Chevy to the levee for white company
And them good old boys we’re locking foreign kids up
Singin’ this’ll be the day Trump saves us
This’ll be the day Trump saves us

Did you write the book of hate
And do you have faith that God is straight?
If the Bible tells you so?
Do you believe in rock without roll?
Can the Supreme Court save your mortal soul?
And can you teach me how to think real slow?

Well, I know that you’re in love with Trump
‘Cause I saw you kissin’ his rump
You both kicked off your tie clips
Man, I dig those golfing trips

I was a lonely alt-right fuck
With a 3-D printed gun and a pickup truck
But I knew I was out of luck
The day the gays could marry

I started singin’
Bye bye Miss White Supremacy
Drove my Chevy to the levee for white company
And them good old boys we’re locking foreign kids up
Singin’ this’ll be the day Trump saves us
This’ll be the day Trump saves us

(Apologies to Don McLean)

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I dunno. Poetry I guess.

June 12, 2018

 

Three Loud Firetrucks

Three loud blaring, blasting firetrucks

Tree limbs swaying

Sirens lingering

Wind dying down

All quiet now

Just street persons muttering,

Cars whooshing by

Doors slamming

Ears ringing

I seem to have made a mistake.

I seem to have made a mistake.

Sorry about that.

A bit of a blemish on my life.

Can’t expect normalcy again.

I’ve come back into my body

I’ve come back into my body

I feel no pain or discomfort

These were the best years of my life

I should have noticed

I should have looked around and felt the world

 

This is some haiku

This is some haiku

I just wanted to state that

Now you may go on

 

I just lived my life

I just lived my life

I wasted all of my time

Now it’s time to die

 

I will find meaning in life

Just around the bend

I will find meaning in life

Then I will be free


Don’t worry, I’m not depressed – it’s just poetry! It just expresses part of my experience. If you really want to understand what it’s like to be me, read this:

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The Universe is on the side of justice

May 2, 2018

In every age of history, people have thought the world was about to end.

But I have hope, because the arc of the moral universe is long, but it bends toward justice.

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It smells like teen suicide

April 26, 2018

1.

Tingle fuzz

Lurking dread

Alone in a crowd

It smells like teen suicide

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Flow

March 15, 2018

I am like yesterday’s snow on branches

Today the branches are bare. The snow isn’t snow anymore. It’s water on its way back to the ocean.

The only thing permanent is the impermanence of flow

The snow is not supposed to stay forever.

What would be the point?

Things flow. That’s how it is.


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An Urban Prayer

February 8, 2018

May there be only green lights

May there always be money left in the meter

May there be a stash of quarters ready for your laundry

May there be two dollars in pocket to tip the barista

May the crossing walk change to walk as you approach

And may your favorite music come on at the grocery store

Amen


Click Flower:

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