Cosmos Poem’s published on Duane’s Poetree.

My friend, Duane Voorhes, who I have known for decades, has a great poetry site and has published a number of my poems. Here they are.

The url is jake cosmos aller poems on poetree

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Enjoy

The Shape of History

Once I too had ambition
I had the usual dreams of glory and grandeur
All I wanted to be was to be a great creative genius

Only I did not know
How to kiss ass creatively

Once I had dreams of greatness
I would be glorious and free
All would envy and admire

This man so noble and great
Now I am tied down in mirthless mire

Once I hustled
Once I took no shit from anyone
Once I wanted the universe

Now I am contented to shit
And refuse to bustle
Why bother anymore

In the gathering gloom
Of the foreseeable future

One thing is certain
I do not want a room

On the scrap heap of society
And yet that might be my fate

Strong Wine

One night
I was staring
In my wine glass

Deep in thought
When I saw
Something in my wine
That haunts me still

I saw in the bottom of the glass
Evil doers abandon evil
And became saints

I saw rich men give up
Their awesome greed
And poor people
Awarded dignity

And all men
Became brothers

All women
Became sisters

And war ended once and for all
And peace broke out
And hatred disappeared

And I stared
Into my glass wine

I drink the wine
Hoping the vision

Would infect me
And change the world

But alas the world
Remained the same

The evil doers came back
The rich continued to conspire
And the poor still remained poor
And the war continued on and on

So I drank my wine
And went to sleep

Saturday, March 16, 2019

The Revolution Is Coming

A revolution is coming
I can feel it in my bones

A revolution is coming
And it will wipe out
The collapsing edifices
Of the American Empire

The masses are rising up
To throw off their chains
And demand justice

The masses are coming
For the masters of the universe
Their days are numbered
And they know it too

One day
The masses will rise up
Storm the citadels of power

Arresting the corrupt leaders
In the name of revolutionary justice

Stringing them up
Executing them
One by one

As the revolutionary fires
Consume the nation

And I can’t wait
For the revolution
Is long over due

Until I met the end
Of my life

Still wondering what it all meant

 

Rambling Man – Where Do I Belong?

I have been a rambling man
All my adult life

Grew up in Berkeley, California
Went to college in Hayward and Oberlin

During my lost year
Lost in a fog of booze and pot

Then I came back to reality
And went to college

In Stockton, California
The Central Valley

Ohio transplanted to California
Then after four years in Stockton

With extended weekends
And breaks in Berkeley

I became an expatriate wanderer
Peace Corps worker in Korea

Then taught ESL in Korea
For four years

Occasionally returning to my home
But always wanting to be elsewhere

Then back to Korea

And then Seattle for four years
Driving back and forth to the bay area
Stopping off in Southern Oregon

Eventually bought a house and duplex
In Southern Oregon

Vaguely thinking we would retire there
Some day when my rambling ways were over

Then back to Korea for three more years
Then I joined the Foreign service

And my wife the military
And I wandered the world again

Always somewhere
Always dreaming of my next somewhere

Never there
As I was a permanent expat

And a diplomat to boot
Never a local

But never really felt I belong there
Or in the America
That was becoming more and more
A foreign land
The longer I stayed away

I stayed on in DC for almost ten years
Off and on
But never really felt that I belong there

I was too West Coast in my heart
And DC seemed to be

Just a place to stay
In between travels

Stayed in Thailand
Then later India
And Eastern Caribbean
And later Spain

Traveled to 45 countries
Lived in ten

And now I am retired
Still torn between

living the expat life
In Seoul, Korea

And returning to the West Coast
And occasionally back to DC
And Florida as well

And I wonder
Where do I belong

Where do I belong
Other than wherever
My wife and I end up

Neither here nor there
Half way there

And so is that my fate
Never to really belong

Never to have roots in the ground
Always wanting to be somewhere else

Always a stranger in my native land
And a stranger in my other home
Across the sea

There is no answer to these questions
As the rambling urge comes again

And I prepare to move yet again
Hoping someday I will be

Somewhere where I can stop
These rambling blues
And really be there

More Coffee Blues

One morning as I drank my fake coffee
I needed to go out and get a cup of real coffee

The fake coffee just did not do the trick
It tasted almost like the real thing

But just did not have that kick
And I needed it bad
I needed the real coffee buzz

I realized that I was a coffee addict
I tried to just drink decaf

But it was boring
And almost as bad as the fake coffee
That I drank

Caffeine was bad for me
I knew it

But I craved the rush
Craved the intense buzz
Craved the hyperactivity

Kept me up all day
And caused me nightmares

Sometimes for days on end
I knew I could not handle it

But like all addicts
I needed my coffee buzz

And so, I once more
Drank my drug of choice

And entered the coffee zone
As I fried my brain
With caffeine

The last legal drug
In neo-puritan America

And I smiled as I gave in
To the intoxicating smell
And flavor of my coffee
And surrender my free will

And drank my coffee
Waiting for the nightmares to come

Sandwich Choices

Fake Food Poems

There are so many choices to be had
When ordering a sandwich

What kind of bread
What kind of meat or any meat
What kind of cheese or any cheese
Whether to have sprouts or not
Whether to have a pickle or not

Whether to go with a classic peanut butter
And something sandwich

I loved peanut butter sandwiches
As a kid

Peanut butter and sweet pickles were my favorite
Peanut butter and banana is good also

Peanut butter and strawberry jam
What a delightful memory

My current favorite

Is a BLT with sprouts, avocado, and kosher dill pickles.
Heirloom red tomatoes one slice per each half

Avocado one half per each half
One half pickle on each half

Bacon cooked just right – well done but not black
Sprouts and lettuce just right

Tillamook Yellow smoked cheddar cheese
On each half

On gluten free bread
with chipotle mayo
And Dijon mustard

Cut in half

Truly a sandwich made in heaven
And bacon makes everything
Taste so damn nice

And God if you are reading this poem
You had better prepare them for me
Or Heaven will not be worth it

Does Satan serve BLT sandwiches
I wonder

Probably not
Probably you become the bacon
In his hell sandwiches

The Decline of America

Year of Chaos Finally Ends

outlaw poetry

You see it everywhere
The unmistakable signs

That the decline of America
Is in full swing

As our emperor in waiting
Withdraws the US

From the climate change agreement
Giving the proverbial finger
To 195 world leaders

And ignoring the personal appeal
Of the G7 and the Pope

Making America Great
By making America all alone
In its growing irrelevance

As the world leaders turn away
From dealing with the US

And we have gone past the tipping point
There is nowhere left to go
But downward

As the Empire begins to collapse
Victim of imperial overreach
Like all empires before

The DC metro on a good day
Is a broken-down remnant
Of a once proud system

On a bad day
It is an accident that happens
Over and over again
Killing and maiming people

The future of mass transit
Its proponents said

The interstate highway system
Is falling apart day by day
Our bridges are falling down
Our transit is a world joke

The cost of rebuilding America mounts
And our politicians are afraid
That it will cost trillions of dollars

Just to prevent the US from collapsing
Into third world irrelevance

And our idiot president’s answer
Is to sell our highways and bridges
To the highest foreign bidder

Treating the US as just another failed company
Ready to be stripped for cash and profits
By the vulture capitalists who took over the government

We have the world’s most expensive military
A million dollars per missile

And yet we can’t find the money
To provide decent health care for all

Bombs and tax cuts for the wealthy
Are the only things
That the Republicans care about

And the world looks in amazement
At the clown boy President

As he struts about
Looking more and more
Like some Banana Republic
President for life

With his family grabbing as much loot
As they can
From the federal government

Before the coming revolution
Overthrows them

When did we start this decline?
Some say 1960s started it
Others say Nixon’s to blame

Others claim that it was Carter’s fault
Or Saint Reagan’s fault

Or the other boy President GW Bush
Or Obama the fake American’s fault

Does it really matter
All I know
Is the America I knew

The can do anything country
The country that went to the moon
Is alas no more

And I morn for our lost liberties
Our lost sense of purpose

Our lost sense that America
Was the last great hope of Mankind

And still I wonder
Can America be made great again?
As our President Trump proclaims

The end times approaches
Nuclear war is talked about

Another missile crisis
And instead of JFK leading the country
We have Donald John Trump

The one and only
The greatest con man
To ever get elected

And I fear the end is in sight
As America begins its decline

Will we be one country
Or will we erupt into a civil war

Can we survive
Two nations divided
Into the red and blue camps

The coastal elites and multiethnic cities
And Jesus land in the rural hinterlands
And the deep south remains apart

The right claims that the left has started it
And the left claims that the right has started it

And both sides claim that the civil war
Is inevitable

A fight for the future of our country
Will we go back to the mythical past
When white men ruled the land
And women and minorities knew their place
And gays stayed in the closet?

Or will we embrace a progressive future
With an economy that works for all

And a world in which there is no ethnic majority anymore
And women and men are equal
And the GLBT community has full rights

I have no answer
It seems the end is coming
Sooner than we think

As Emperor Trump leads us
Down a dark, strange dangerous path

And so, it goes
The decline of empires

And I pray
That I may survive
The end of times

Suburban Laundromat
– thanks to Don Teeter for the inspiration
from a FB posting

Suburban Laundromat Scenes

Suburban laundromat
Anywhere USA

I often go to a suburban laundromat
Near my suburban apartment

I can sit in my car
Listen to jazz, classical or blues
On my car’s radio

And watch my machine
Doing its suburban laundry duty

Just spinning and spinning and cleaning
Doing its thing its laundry thing

The neighborhood is anywhere USA
Strip malls, apartment houses, townhouses

A fire station, a police station
Banks, cell phone shops

Restaurants from around the world
At the parking lot’s edge

As I approach I notice
Gentlemen of the off-grid class

Sitting among their Hogs
Stoned off the semi legal weed

Smiling at me
With an I don’t give a fuck attitude

That is somewhat contagious
They tell stories

Paranoid ramblings
Containing a kernel of truth

As they watch their clothes
Like a hawk

The clothes spin and spin and spin
As the laundry machine does its laundry thing

The machines don’t care about what we humans think
They just do their duty as the man says

Across the old run down boulevard
The light rail line uses a right of way
That dates to the mid 1850’s

An old Indian game trail perhaps
That the white man turned into the first road
In these parts

People come and go
Some in cars

Some on foot
People from all over the world

Speaking languages from everywhere
But all understand English to some extent

And many understand Spanish to some extent
I feel everyone is united

Chiefly by their transience
And think back on old Latin saying

Sic transit Gloria mundi
And wonder if these are the end days

And ask the laundry machine
What does it think

The laundry machine pauses
Seems to think

And looks at me
Almost saying

WTF do you think
A laundry machine knows?

And so, I gather my items
Nod to the regulars

Who interrupt their endless paranoid arguments
Acknowledging my existence

And I stumble back
To my suburban apartment
Truly paradise on earth

 

Where am I going to?

Rambling man
Where are you going to?
When will you settle down

Last summer I drove across the country
31 States
Ten national parks
10,000 miles

Saw fly over country
DC
Virginia spent the night at Ft Lee
North Carolina
South Carolina
Georgia spent the night at naval base
Florida spent five days at AFB in Tampa
Florida Tallahassee spend the night
Alabama spent the night in Birmingham
Arkansas spent the night in Hot Springs
lost
money
Mississippi
Missouri
Oklahoma spent the night in Midwest city
Texas spent the night in Amarillo
New Mexico spent the night in Albuquerque lost money
Arizona stopped by the side of the road in Winslow
Drove part of route 66
Nevada Las Vegas lost money
Nevada Reno lost money
Nevada Topanah lost money
Northern California
Oregon Ashland stayed a month
Oregon spent night in small town
Drove down highway 395 loneliest highway in the US
Idaho spent the night in Burl
Wyoming spent five days in Grand Tetons
South Dakota Rapid City
Minnesota spent the night in the twin city’s saw the Mall of America
Illinois Chicago Yeah
Indiana nowhere villa
Wisconsin Madison nice town
Ohio spent the night outside Columbus
Pennsylvania Pittsburgh
West Virginia
Virginia
DC
Then back to Korea
Next year will go to Washington State, Montana, Idaho and down to Zion Canyon

Looking Out My Window

I look out my window
On the parking lot

And see the mad cat
That lives underneath
the apartment house

And look out at the park
Thinking of taking a walk

The cat looks at me
Kindred spirits perhaps
Retired waiting to die

Lost and Found

 

I was lost
And you found me

You walked out of my dreams
And into my life

And that made all the difference
In the world

As you entered my life
I was all alone in this cruel world

And you provided shelter
And comfort

I did not know what I wanted
And you gave me what I wanted

You gave me meaning
You gave me purpose

You gave me love
And understanding

peace and happiness
Joy, laughter and fun

You were endlessly fascinating
Could not keep my eyes off of you

You were the most beautiful women
In the world to me

And you still are
So many years later

Like a fine bottle of wine
Gets better with age

And you gave me
Endless nights of wild love making

Which has gotten better
As well

And I fell under your spell
from the day I met you

I was lost
And you found me

And if you go first
I will be lost again

Can’t live without you
By my side

Thus is has always been
Between us

We are so entangled
So interwoven

And that is the way
It was meant to me

Incheon 2016

I live in Incheon
Part of the 3 million people who live here
Mostly Koreans
90,000 foreigners though live here too

My apartment is next to a park
And I walk almost daily in the mountains
Losing myself in the hills
Overlooking the airport

The town has lots of restaurants
Places too go
Things to do

And the airport is next door

Soon there will be a casino complex opening up
As they turn this quiet suburban village
Into a Mini-Las Vegas
Complete with a strip

Can’t wait

Going to Seoul is a snap
50 minutes on the train

And I am there
Wherever I want to be

Korea is turning out to be
A good place to live

So much better
Than it was when I first arrived in 1979
And it was grim back then

Now it is the toast of Asia
And for that I am glad

Rapid City No Where

Summer 2016
We drove across the country
Just the wife and me

10,000 miles
31 states
Three months on the road

I now know why people don’t live
In South Dakota

Hot, dry dusty
Windy as hell

Black Hills are nice
But after seeing Mt. Rushmore
There is not much left to do

Rapid City did not impress me
Nor did Sioux Falls

And wall drugs
Well the free water was nice
But it is a nothing town
In a nothing state

On the edge of the badlands
And the Sioux reservation

There is a reason the Indians live there
No one else wanted the land

And they are warehoused there
So I drove through Rapid City

And thought that it is the heart
of Trump Land

The land of the forgotten
The left behind

Just another nothing burger of a State
In the middle of nowhere
Truly flyover country

a million ways to say I love you

They say
There are a million ways
To say I love you

In this day and age
I could only find
In my computer’s brain

The words to say I love you
In 100 languages Spoken on this planet

Someday I may be able
To say the simple words

I love you
In all known languages

This will have to suffice for a start
So I will say it

Loud, and clear
Just so you understand:

MandarinWǒ ài nǐ
Spanishte amo, te quiero
EnglishI love you
Hindimain tumse pyar karta hoon
Arabic Ahabak
Portugueseeu te amo
Bengali Āmi tōmāẏa bhālōbās
Russian ya  lyublyu tebya
Japanese watashi wa, anata o aishiteimasu
Punjabi maiṁ tuhānū pi’āra karadā hāṁ
Germanich liebe dich
Javanese Aku tresna sampeyan Wu
(Shanghainese)(ngu eh nóng)Ngu long hushin long lahMalay
Indonesia nsaya sayang awak
Korean salanghae
Telugu nēnu ninnu prēmistunnānu
Vietnamese anh yêu em
French je t’aime
Marathi mī tujhyāvara prēma karatō
Tamil nāṉ uṉṉai kātali kkiṟēṉ
Urdu – (mein ap say muhabat karta hoon)
farsi– (mein ap say muhabat karti hoon)
Persian/Farsi(asheghetam) used in poetry and songs – (dūset dāram)
Turkish seni seviyorum
Cantonesengóh oi néih
Italianti amo
ThaiP̄hm rạk khuṇ
GujaratiHuṁ tanē prēma karuṁ chu
Basque maite zaitut
Polish kocham Cię
Pashto(za la ta sara meena kawom)
KannadaNānu ninnannu prītisuttēne
Malayalamñān ninne snēhikkunnu
Sundaneseabdi bogoh ka anjeun
ChamorroHu guiaya hao
Hausa Ina son ka
Burmese Main nkohkyittaal
Oriyamu tumoku bhala paye
ArmenianYes sirum yem k’yez
Ukrainianya tebe lyublyu
Bhojpurihum tohse pyaar kareni
TagalogIniibig kita
Yorubamo nifẹ rẹ
Maithilihawm ahāṃ se prem karechi
Sindhi Man tokhe prem karyan ti or Man tokhe prem karyan to
Uzbek Men seni Sevaman
AmharicEwedihalehu
Fulami yidi ma
Igbo a hụrụ m gị n’anya
OromoSin jaalladha’
Romaniante iubesc
AzerbaijaniMən səni sevirəm
Manipuri/Meiteiəi-nə nəng-bu nung-shi
ChichewaNdimakukonda
Ndi makukondani
Cebuanogihigugma TIKA
Dutchik hou van je
KurdishEz hej te dikim
Serbo-CroatianVolim te
Malagasy tiako ianao
Nepali Ma timīlā’ī māyā garchu
Saraikimẽ tenū̃ piār kardā hā̃
Santaliing aming sibilama
Khmerkhnhom​ sralanh​ anak
Sinhale semama oyāṭa ādareyi
BambaraM’bi fe
Assamese môi apunak bhal paû
Madurese Kula tresna / panjengan
Somali Waan ku jeclahay
Magahi həm t̪oːraː seː pjaːr kərə hɪjoː/
DogriMinjo tere naal pyar hega
Marwari main tanne pyaar karoon
Hungarian Szeretlek
Chewandimakukondani
Kinyar wanda Ndagukunda
Greek Se agapó
AkanTwiMe dor wo
Khasii eit ieit
Kazakhmen seni jaqsı köremin
TswanaKe a go rata
Hebrew(man to a woman) –
“Ani Ohev Otach”
(woman to a man) –
“Ani Ohevet Otcha”
(woman to a woman) –
“Ani Ohevet Otach”
(man to a man) –
“Ani Ohev Otcha”
Zulu Ngiyakuthanda
CzechMiluji tě
KinyarwandaNdagukunda
Kokanihav tujo mog korta
Haitian CreoleMwen renmen ou
AfrikaansEk het jou lief
Ilokano Ayayatenka, (ay-aya-ten kaw)
QuechuaKuyayki
KirundiNdagukunda
Swedishjag älskar dig
HmongKuv hlub koj
ShonaNdinokuda
HiligaynonPalangga ko ikaw
Guina higugma ko ikaw
Uyghur(Män sızni söyümän)
Balochi Tu mana doost biyeh
Belarusian ja ciabie kachaju
Mossi Kei te aroha au ki a koe
Xhosa ndiyakuthanda
KonkaniHav tukka Mog Karta
Gaelic Gra

I love you in multiple language

Angel Of Desire

One day,
A long, long,
long long
long time ago

In a distant land
and place
There lived
a lonely, wretched man

He was filled with anger,
hatred and despair
All was lost,
darkness and gloom

He wandered
the world
Here
and there

Looking
for something
He knew not what
he was looking for

Then one fine evening
He looked up and saw
A vision,
an angel of delight

A woman of divine splendor
A lady so fantastic
He thought
surely he was dreaming

He did not know
what to say
He did not
know what to do

All he could do
Was stare
at this unearthly vision
that had appeared before him

He approached her
He needed her
He wanted her
he desired her

He knew that
if he could
not have her
He would surely die

His mind was aflutter
His mind was filled
With the vision of that beauty
Overwhelming him with desire

Soon he met her
Wooed her,
married her

Life
changed forever
from that
moment forward

The gloom lifted
The darkness
was banished

Sunshine
filled his heart
And music
filled his ears

Every time
he looked at her
His heart went aflutter
He could not live without her

Then one day
This man
was forced to live
Another life of loneliness

Despair and Darkness
All around
him yet again

The lady of his dreams
The angel of his desire
Lives 10,000 miles away

Leaving him
in darkness,
gloom and despair

The only hope he has
Is that soon,
one day

This separation will end
Forever more

And then
he will be complete yet again
With his Angel of Desire

And the Darkness, gloom and anger
Will be banished forever more
In the brightness of her eternal smile

So he lies down to sleep
And sees
his Angel in his dreams

Wakes up with a smile
Knowing soon
he will be with her

Forever more together
With his Angel of Desire

Spin Masters Spinning Away the Day

Every moment
I turn on the TV

What do I see
Nothing but liars
laying down lies
Spin Masters spinning
spam of deceit

Chanting
The truth will set you free
White is black
Black is white

Lies are true
Truth is a lie
Lies will set you free

I see nothing
But politicos
Dropping down lies

UN truths masquerading as the truth
Oh so sincerely
The lies spew forth so sweetly
From their corrupted lips

The toxic wastes
Spree out of my TV set
Infecting my soul
With paranoid distrust

And I vainly try
I do try
God do I try
To the find

The nugget of truth
Buried deep in the dark, dank, dangerous
Black, evil miasmic mists

Given off
By the talking heads on TV
So I leave my house
So full of doubt

And wander about
Looking for the truth
Some semblance of hope
Something to drive away
The dark despair in my heart

And I look up
And see a solitary cherry tree

High up on a hill top street
Infusing the air
With its sweat ambrosia

And I smile
Knowing
Someday soon

The national nightmare
Of rule by the body snatched
Resident evil ones
pawns of Hell

Descendants of dread Cthulhu
The ancient ones

Yes the darkness
That has descended upon the world
One day
Will be pierced by the light
Of clarity and truth

And the evil ones
The body snatched aliens
Inhabiting our leaders
Will be banished

Back to the hell hole
They crawled out

This much I know
And it is enough

To make me smile
Laugh and hope
Again

coffee

Hot as hell, heavenly sweet
My daily hot coffee fix
Sends Me to Heaven then Crashes into Hell

Snarling Cup of Coffee

I like to start my day
with a hot cup of coffee
I pound down the coffee

First thing I do every day as the dawning sun
Lights up my lonesome room

Yeah, but not just a simple cup of java Joe, but a God damn snarling sarcastic smarmy cup of coffee
I mean, – we are talking about an alcoholic, all speed ahead, always hot, always fresh, always there when I need it, angry, attitude talk to the hand Ztude, bad, bad assed, beats breaking, beatnik, bluesy, bitter, bitchy, bombs away, capitalistic, caffeinated up the ass, cinematic, communistic, Colombian grown, Costa Rican inspired, Cowabunga to the max, crazy assed, devilishly angelic, divine, divinely inspired, dyslexic, epic, extreme vetting, evil eye, expensive, erotic vision inducing, Ethiopian coffee house brewed, euphoric, freaky, freazoid, foxy, Frenched kissed, French brewed, funkified, foxy lady, graphic, GOD in my coffee, with Allah, Ganesh, Jesus, Kali, Buddha, Christians, Durga, Hindus, Mohamed, Jesus and Mo and their friend, the cosmic bar maid, Sai Babai, Shiva, Taoists, Zoroastrians, drinking my god damned coffee in Hell;

growling, gnarly, happy, hard as ice, Hawaian blessed, high as a kite, hippie, hip, hipster, hip hoppy, hot as hell yet strangely sweet as heaven, jazzy, jealous, Kerouac approved, kick ass, kick my god damn ass to Tuesday, kick down the doors and take no prisoners, grown in the Vietnam highlands by exVietcong, Guatemalan grown, kiss ass, illegal in every state, imported from all over the god damn world,

insane, lovely, loony, lonely, lonesome, malodorous mean old rotten, motherfucking, nasty, narcotic, never whatever, never meh, never cold, not approved by the CIA, not approved by DHS, not approved for human consumption by the FDA, not your daddy’s sissified corporate cup of coffee, NOT DECAFE coffee, not your Denny’s truck driver weak as brown water cup of fake coffee, not your establishment friendly cup of coffee, Not your FBI coffee, Not FAKE Herbal coffee substitute, but a real cup of coffee, not your farmer brothers dinner crap, not made in America for Americans, not safe for work, not your Starbucks average expensive overpriced crappy corporate chain cup of coffee, Not pretentious, Not White House approved, not State Department safe, nuclear, Not Patriotic, operatic, Peets’s coffee approved,

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Soulful as a summer’s night in MOTOWN- James Brown approved, TOP approved, Berkeley approved, the coffee that Jimmy Hendrix drank before he died, the coffee that Elvis drank on his last breakfast, the coffee that Barry White crooned as he drank his cup of coffee – and the coffee that made the white boy play stand up and play that funky music, the coffee that made Jonny B Goode play his guitar, and made Jonny bet the devil his soul after he drank his morning cup of righteous coffee and the coffee that make the Rolling Stones Rock and Roll, the coffee your mother warned you against drinking, the coffee that Napoleon drank when he became the Emperor of all Europe, the Coffee that Beethoven drank when he wrote the Ninth symphony, the coffee that Mozart drank as he wrote his last symphony, the coffee that Lincoln drank before he was killed, the Hemingway drank before he killed himself, the coffee that started the 60’s, and ended the 20th century,

the coffee that Lenin drank as he plotted revolution, the coffee that Hitler and Stalin drank with FDR as they divided up the world after World War 11, the cup that JFK drank before he was blown away, the coffee Jerry drinks while driving in cars with random celebrities and political figures, the coffee that Jon Stewart drinks before he goes on an epic take down of some foolish politico, the cup of Arabic coffee that Sadaam drank the day he was executed, the coffee that GW and Cheney drank when they bombed Baghdad, the Indian cup of coffee that Bid Laden drank before 9-11 and just before the seals blew his ass to hell, the cup of coffee that Tiger Woods drank with his mistresses while playing a 3, 000 dollar round of golf at Sandy Lane golf course in Barbados, the last legal drug that does what drugs should do, the cup of coffee that Obama drank when he became President, Vietnamese, Vienna brew, wacky, whimsical,

Whisky Tango Foxtrot, wild, weird, wonderful, WOW, Yabba dabba doo! Yada Yada yada Zappa’s favorite cup of cosmic coffee, and Zorro’s last cup of coffee, Good to the last drop rolled into one simple cup of hot coffee

As I pound down that first cup of coffee
And fire up my synaptic nerve endings with endless supplies
Of caffeine induced neuron enhancing chemicals

I face the dawning day with trepidation and mind-numbing fear
turn on the TV and watch the smarmy newscasters in their perfect hair
Lying through their teeth

About the great success the government
is having Following
the great leader’s latest pronouncements

I want to scream
and shoot the TV
and run out side

Shouting
“Stop the world.
I want to get off this fucking crazy planet”

The earth does not care a whit
about my attitude

It merely shrugs
and moves around the Sun
In its appointed daily run

And I sit down
The madness dissipating a bit

And enjoy my second cup
Of heaven and hell
In my morning cup of Joe

Ode to Coffee

Mistress of sacred love
Sacred lady of desire

You start my day
Setting my heart on fire
With your dark delicious flavor

And throughout the day
Whenever the mean old blues come by
You chase them away
With your bitter sweet ambrosial brew

Every time I inhale your witches’ brew
I am filled with power, light and love
And everything is all right Jack
If only for a few fleeting minutes

I love you oh coffee goddess
In all your magical forms

In the dark coffee of the dawning day
In the sizzling coffee in the mid morning break
In the afternoon siesta break
And in the post dinner dessert drink

I love you my coffee mistress
You are my refuge
From this horrid world

And you are my secret lover
Never disappoint me, ever
I’ve never had a bad cup
Of that I can be sure

Even the dismal coffee
Served at Denny’s at 3 am
Is still sweet loving coffee

Even the farmer brother’s diner coffee
Excites me and gets me going
Asking for another cup of divine delight

Coffee always is there
It is always on and piping hot
With hidden dark secrets
Swirling in its liquid essence

Coffee is my last vice
My only legal vice left

Coffee does not cheat on me
It is always faithful, always true
It does not turn on its friends

And all it asks in return
Is that you come back
Cup after cup after cup

A good cup of coffee
Is a little bit of heaven
In a cup of dark liquid hell

Coffee is like a drug
But a good drug that does what is should
And never complains

It does not get grouchy
It does not hurt you

It does not make you crazy
But allows the muse to come out
And play with it

Coffee led to the American Revolution
As patriots drank coffee
To rebel against the aristocratic English tea

Coffee started the London Stock Market
And started the gossip mills running

Every great invention
Was fed by coffee’s sweet brew sweet allure
All the great thinkers
All the great leaders
All were enslaved to coffee’s magic

Yeah
I sing my praises
Of the great glorious coffee lady

Long may she continue
To be my sweet companion

Long may coffee continue
To rule my heart
And set my heart on fire

I love thee
Mistress coffee
And sometimes I think
You love me too

No More Coffee Blues

I love coffee
Always have

And coffee has loved me back
But lately I have soured on her
Soured on the whole coffee scene

On the harshness of the morning brew
And the promises it makes

As I sip of its nectar
Drawn into its lair

Drinking drop by drop
As the caffeine takes over

Rewriting my every nerve
Turning me into a slave
For its perverted pleasure

Yes I love coffee
But I am afraid

Coffee is a harsh mistress
Demanding so much of me

Promising the sun
And delivering the Moon

As I drink her swill
Deepening under her influence

I have the coffee blues
Can’t live without her
Can’t live with her

I try
But tea does not cut it
Not really

Booze does not do it
At least not in the morning

Yoga is not enough of a buzz
Nor is the runner’s high

And I am afraid deadly afraid of cocaine
And speed and drugs and energy drinks

And so I remain a slave to coffee
My only legal drug

As I sip another and fall under her seductive spread
Once more failing in my resolve

To skip coffee for that day
That morning that moment

I shall never be free of her spell
Ever and she knows it

As she beckons me
Every morning with her intoxicating smell

And I come to her and drink her brew
And become her slave again and again

Falling Rain

the falling rain
Of late October
Fills me with essential dread

As I rush about
And end up here
Wherever here is

The rain outside
Seems like the tears of god
As I sit
Crying over my beer

Thinking of lost love
And failed dreams

Wondering
What went wrong?
And what I can set right?

And the rain falls
And the night darkens

The rain is falling
All over this man’s world

And the rain falls
And I sit

Drinking my lonesome drink
Lost in dreams

Dreaming of what
Could never be

Thinking dark thoughts
And so I sit

And dream the night away

The Old Man in The Mirror Must Die

One early winter morning
A man went to the mirror
To do his morning shave
Just another shave
Like a thousand, million shaves before

As he looked into the mirror
He did not see his face
Instead he saw a stranger
Staring out at him

An old, beat up old man
With intense sad eyes
Stared out at him

The man looked hard
At the man who had taken
Over his mirror

And wondered who he was
And how and why
He had taken over his mirror

The man was perturbed, disturbed
And a bit angry at the turn of events
All he wanted to do
Was shave in peace and quiet

The man continued to stare
At the face in the mirror
And finally could not stand it anymore

He looked at the mirror
And said,
Man in the mirror
Who or what are you
And what do you want
And why have you taken over
My god damned mirror
So early in the morn

The old man
Merely laughed and resumed staring
At the man
The man getting more and more angry
Demanded an answer
From the fiend in the mirror

Who are you, you mocking fiend
And what do you want from me
The man screamed

The old man in the mirror
Looked at him and said
Don’t you know who I am
I am you and you are me

The man looked at the old man
And said no, no, no
I am not you, never will be you
I am not an old, washed up old man
I am me – full of life, youth and vitality

And yet the man knew the truth
Did not want to admit the truth
Could not handle the truth
The old man in the mirror
Was what he had become

The man was very angry
And screamed
At the old man in the mirror

The man said you may look like me
You may sound like me
You may even smell like me

But I am not you
Never have been
Never will be
Not going to happen
Not in a million years

The man yelled at the old man
Old man, mocking fiend from hell
Go to hell old man
And never darken my mirror again

And the man stormed out of the house
And wandered about here and there
Finally late at night
He wandered into a bar
And began drinking the night away

The man went up to some pretty young things
And tried to pick them up
They laughed at him
Called him a dirty old man
And told him to go home

The man went home
To bed alone
And drank some more beer
And dreamt of all of his past loves
And failed dreams

Of what he had done
And failed to do
And wondered whether his time
Had come

The next morning
He walked into the bathroom
Determined to confront the old man
Tell truth to power

He said, listen up, old man
You may have won the war
But not the battle
I am not you
And never will be you

And screaming like an escaped banshee
Newly freed from the mental institution
The man shot the old man in the mirror
Shot him over and over
Screaming die mocking fiend from hell

The man woke in the hospital
An old black doctor came over
Said sadly
This white boy ain’t right in the head

The man laughed insanely
And saw down the hall
The old man in the mirror
Smiling and beckoning to him
Walking out the window
And into the dawning sun

The man got up and walked
And joined the old man in the mirror
And smiled as he died

Brother Keep Preaching

Two black soul brothers
Standing on the corner
In front of Metro center
On a Friday night

In the heart of the new evil empire
The center of the beast
Hell Central

Preaching the word of god
The news of the end of the world
The proverbial end times
Were upon us and coming soon

The commuters, workers and bemused tourists
Walk on by the preacher men
Some pay attention, most walk on by
They did not want to hear
They did not understand

And the preacher man kept
Preaching the word of god
And no one paid any attention
None at all

God is going to punish us
God is coming soon
To punish the wicked and the evil
And to set things right

God is going to punish the U.S.
For its arrogance, hubris and hypocrisy
For its greed and evil
Disguised as saving the world
From the evil ones

God is coming, oh yeah he is on his way
And boy is he angry at us
At the entire human race

And God, let me tell yah
He ain’t the wimpy, wampy pappy
White boy false god of the New Testament
The false deity that the evil Reverend Falwell
And the smarmy Pat Robinson worship

Hell no
God ain’t that god

God is a mean, angry powerful God
The god of the Old Testament
The god of the Koran and the god of old
The god that man once feared

Yeah, I am talking about that god
Jehovah, Zeus, Allah and a thousand other names
The god that our ancestors feared
The real deal, and boy is he pissed off

And he is coming to set us straight
And send most of us straight to hell
For eternal damnation and punishment

God is particularly pissed off
At all those politicians who have been
Misusing his name and saying God is on their side

God ain’t on their side God is God
And he is angry at them all
Particularly at our boy pretender President
George Bush

God has a score to settle with Mr. Bush
You see God has spoken to Mr. Bush
And to all of us

But most of have forgotten how to hear
The voice of god and we hear what we want to hear

God told George
George, don’t do that evil thing
Don’t invade Iraq
I will handle Sadam in my own way

I want you to take care of your poor people
Give away all your power and money
And serve the poor
That’s what I want you to do

And poor George did not understand
Did not get the message
So George led the nation
Into war against another land
And thousands of people died
And millions of dollars were wasted
And nothing changed

And God is angry at our poor misguided President
And God is angry at the people of this earth
Who have fucked up his paradise and his divine plans

So, brother preacher
Keep preaching the word
I understand

And someday soon maybe the rest of us
Will understand as well

Keep preaching the word
My man

God is coming to save us
And will start by dispatching
That fool of a pretender to the throne
Straight to the hell he so richly deserves

God is going to slap him upside the head
And tell him to quit talking shit
About God’s plan and God’s will

Then God will smile
As Bush is dispatched to Hades
And joins all the other fools
Who have proclaimed that God is on their side

Oh yeah
God does not like that shit
Not one bit

And the end times approach
And the preacher man preaches
And God is getting ready for the judgment day

And I say bring it on
Bring it on
Brother preacher man
Keep preaching the word
And someday soon
We will meet up
Somewhere and God will decide
Our fate

But the fate of our pretender President is sealed
And Satan has a nice room for him

And God smiles
At the thought of divine justice

The Eye in the Sky

The eye in the sky
Knows all, sees all
Hears all, understands all

The eye in the sky

Watches over us
Everything we do
Is monitored, controlled
Under surveillance

There is no privacy
There is no private space
The eye in the sky
Knows all

Everything we do
Everything we see
Everything we think

Recorded by the unseeing
Uncaring eyes
The cameras, the videos
The computers that control
Our lives

Ever watchful
Ever diligent

Nothing escapes
The cold, calculating glares

Freedom is nothing
But an illusion

To the free man
There is no freedom
Except in one’s inner mind

Only there
Can one escape
The eyes in the sky

No one monitors our thoughts
Except our own thought police

The rest of the world
Is controlled, monitored
Under constant surveillance

The eyes in the sky
The camera in the sky
Watches over us

All the time
All the time
24/7

Never stopping
Never on strike
Never on break

All day long
All night long
24/7

Total control

The eye in the sky
Is the same

As the eye
In the dollar bill

All the same
All the same
Watching us
No one can escape
Its baleful glances
No one is free

Aye the eye
In the sky
Is always upon you

As you become
A mere number
In the cosmic game
Of life

Up behind
The eye in the sky

Big Brother is watching
You and me

And big sister too
And crazy Uncle Tom

And wild auntie Em
God, and the Devil
Rama, Ganesh, Laxmi

The Buddha bar gang
Jesus is there as well
Mary as well

And you must be knowing this
That even Saint Nick,
Santa Claus and the Easter Bunny

And Father Time himself
Are there

Zeus and the Jupiter gang
And all the demons and spirits
And the big spirit
And Brahman, Gabriel, Allah
Mohammad the prophet too

And the CIA, Mafia, KGB
And spies and counter spies

All are watching us
Spy Vs Spy

The tooth fairy is there too
She gets her 10 percent

All the same
Watching us
Forever and ever

But the eye
In the sky

Does not care
Does not notice

What we think or feel

The eye
Watches us
All the time

Recording our movement
And reporting it to its masters

Its job is to watch
Us

You and me
And the billions of others
On this asylum called Earth

The question came to mind
That has no answer

Who is the eye in the sky
Is it God
Is it the devil

Only time will tell
The difference

The eye in the sky
Smiles at us
And watches and watches

And watches
All the time

Long Live the Great and Powerful One

While walking in the misty morn of yore
One dismal dark decaying depraved day
I was suffocating
with the sounds of the dying city

Slowly coming to life with the dawning sun
Surrounded by the sounds of chaos, disorder
Dark, dangerous despairing thoughts
Of dangerous terrible acts to come

All around me
in this strange era we live in
These orange alert perpetual fearful times
Constant fear and overwhelming dread

Mad crazed Islamic bomb throwing terrible terrorists
Hiding under every bed, lurking around every corner
Conspiring with the murderous criminals of yore
Just waiting to attack god fearing Christian citizens

Murdering them in their sleep,
blowing up schools
Blowing up buses,
cars, buildings

Murdering
in the name of their demented god
Screaming God is great
as they behead us all

As I walk down that street
In the dead calm of the early morn
Filled with fulsome fears
of who know what

I look up and see a giant gargoyle
Looking down at me,
smirking at me,
laughing at me

I yell out to the gargoyle,
say, Mr. Gargoyle
What is so damn funny?
Don’t you know there is a terror alert

Have you seen any Islamic terrorists lurking about?
The gargoyle
laughed and laughed
Said, ”Terror alert? What a loud of crap

As the prophet, Mr. Natural taught us all,
It don’t mean shit, it don’t mean shit
Nothing but prime BS
designed to keep you in your place”

He laughed and laughed,
soon all the gargoyles of the city
Were in open revolt – they jumped off their perches
And started marching around

Chanting – Peace is War, War is Peace
Truth is a Lie, Lies are Truth
The Truth will set
All Hail the Great and Powerful One

The head gargoyle looks at me,
and says “Watch this!”
And jumps up and rides a rainbow sunbeam
Into the bloody red light of the dawning rising sun

The other gargoyles follow suit
Dancing, naked,
making wild passionate love
While laughing and riding the light

And the gloom lifts from my shoulder
And I laugh
and realized
– “It don’t mean shit”

And then my soul is free
and I fly with the gargoyles
To join my buddy the sun
and as we sit high up above the earth

Smoking dope
and drinking booze
and looking down at the teaming mess
Of what was left of humanity

I realized
the ultimate
reality of life
“It don’t mean shit”

And the terrorists
are nothing
but delusions
Put in our heads and our hearts

By the depraved master programmer
of the universe
In service
to the Great and Powerful One

The true Master of Creation
As long as we are not afraid our souls will be free
And so I laugh and laugh and the sun comes up
The dark mists disappear

The Great and Powerful One
is overthrown
The terrorists go home,
and I return to earth

Thinking
that the long nightmare was over
Believing that we had won the war
And kept our souls from going to hell

But I did not understand
that the Great and Powerful One
Had banished the terrorists,
and conquered us all

In the name of freedom
we had became slaves
To his awful power
and dark demands

God is indeed great,
but the Great and Powerful One
Has more power than mere God,
and so we deserve our fate

Long live
the Great and Powerful One
Whom we love
forever and ever,

Just an Unhinged Lunatic Howling At the Moon

O

n a moonlit late night
I sat in a bar
Drinking drams of demented, fermented dream dew

Just an unhinged lunatic
Dreaming of howling at the full moon

Watching the world walk by
Looking at all the fine looking babes

Walking by the street
Thinking wild, erotic thoughts
Of endless wild libertine passions

When into the bar
Walked the most beautiful woman
In the Universe

So wild, so free
So wonderfully alive

I did not know what to do

As this vision of delight
Sauntered through the bar

In a skin tight leather pants
Looked so fine
That my eyeballs hurt

And finally I had to say something
So I gathered up my manly courage

And walked up to her
And she looked at me

And instantly bewitched my soul
With a devilish grin

I lost all reason
And became a raving lunatic

Unhinged lunatic
Howling at the moon

Foaming at the mouth
A wild, free werewolf

Howling at the lunatic light
Of the full Moon
GOD SPEAKS TO ME IN A BAR

One day while I was sipping a beer
In a God forsaken bar
Heading to Hell just as fast as I could drink it down

Twenty drinks too sober
On the dismal wrong end
Of a Friday Night booze run

While I was half listening to some righteous
Funkified new age music
With a cosmic beat

And some bad assed ghetto attitude
Leaking out from the mellowness
It proclaimed the lie

God came up to me in that bar
I did not know him
From Adam

He looked like any other
Jesus god crazed bum
Looking for a handout

And peddling a little salvation
On the side
For his benighted soul

Just another god crazed
Loser dude
Too much acid in the past

No brain cells left
Nothing but Jesus will
Save his cosmic butt

So I blew off
The god dude
Told him off

I did not want
No salvation crap

To interfere
With my beer

My new age crap music
And my vision of carnal delight

Waiting for me Next door
In the next dismal strip club
On the wrong edge of society

Dancing naked
Waiting for me

And every other loser dude
To drop by
And see her in her naked glory

I told God
Make an appointment

My people will get in touch
With your people

We do lunch some day, dig

God looks at me
And says

God don’t do no lunch, dude
Don’t you know

Who the Jesus I am?
Insect, maggot?

No, I said
I don’t know your royal butt
From Adam, Sir

God is getting angry
He yells

I am God
You drunken moron

I need you to pay
Attention to me

I looked up
At a 100 foot
Burning bush

God’s voice
Is everywhere

Thunder and lighting
Light up the sky

And I know
I am dealing
With the real deal

So I say,
God, Dude
What it is!

I did not know it was you
I did not recognize you

God, mollified,
Says

That is better
Here’s the deal

Judgment day is at hand
I need an arrogant, tough
Son of a bitch of a sinner

To help judge
The good, the bad and the ugly

I need help
In knowing where to send
People to heaven or to hell

I say, God, Dude
I believe I know

Where I am going
Hell yes

So what do you
Need me for

Your royal dudeship?

God replies`
Well, son

I need a man
Who’s been there

Done that
Seen that

And knows in his heart
Whether a man

Can be redeemed
To join the celestial kingdom

So you see
I need
Someone like you

Someone from the lowest
Depths of society

Someone who has sunk down
So low it looks like up to him

You dig, you capish? Araso?

Oh yeah,
Dude, I do

And you got you man
Let’s do it

Let’s do this judgment day

Broken Souls

You see them everywhere
On the street
On the bus
On the metro

But mostly
wandering the streets
Lost souls
Broken down defeated souls

The souls
of the living dead
Dead inside
Waiting for death

To deliver them
from the agony
Of the living
life on the cruel streets

They make do
They beg
They steel
They con their way

Living the life
Living death
Broken Souls
on the street

You have two minds
One part of you
the fearful part of you
Conditioned to ignore

Conditioned to walk by
Ignoing the tragic wounded lives
The broken souls
all around you

But part of you knows
That you can’t do that
You can’t walk away
But you can’t save everyone

So you do what you can
You help those whom you can
All it takes is a little act of compassion
A little human kindness

A few bucks or a cup of coffee
And you walk by
Knowing just knowing

That by a simple act
of acknowledging
Our shared humanity

You have made a small victory
And brought happiness
To yet another broken down soul

And the fear
that you will be a broken soul
Recedes away

Not me never
Never will happen to me

But one forgets
It is a simple matter

A wrong turn in life
The wrong place
wrong time
wrong thing

And you could
be the broken soul
On the street

Begging to be heard
Begging to be taken away

And so I walk on by
no more
I will listen

I will talk to them
I will make
a small difference

And in so doing
Avoid becoming
a broken down soul

One Night In Bombay

One night
In Bombay, India

I walked into a bar
20 drinks too sober

On the wrong end
Of a Friday night booze run

On the bad side
Of the Moon

Over by where the Martians
Sat drinking their Martian whisky
Ogling the maidens from Venus

Leering at the earth women
Who were walking by

Wearing skin tight pants
Made their eyeballs hurt

I gave into the spirit
Went over to the Martian dudes

And got drunk on the Martian madness
Smoking some good old Mars dust

And flew off to the planet Jupiter
Just to have me some fun

With a lady
Said she was from Saturn

I did not know
She was from the planet Pluto

Until I woke up
The next day

Naked, under the alien Sun
In Jail

On the Planet Alpha Centauri
Light years from home

A million miles away
A thousand years in the future
And I had no money

No honey
And no way home

Still 20 drinks too sober

So I sat down
In that jail
And started drinking away my time

And so one day
I woke up

And found myself
Back in that evil bar
Back in Bombay

Over by the Martian whorehouse
Down by the Gate of India

And I walked up to the Venus babe
And said, man that was some bad shit
Let’s do it again some day

She smiled and I had my way
Knew the day would come again

When I would be drinking with the Martians
And something wicked my way would come

Just another night
Of wicked fun
On the wrong side of the Moon

On the right night
In the mean streets of Bombay

Gateway of India, Bombay, 1911
Monday, September 28, 2015

Mozart Blues

One morning
I woke up
And walked out

I saw a brilliant rainbow
Erupting out of the dark
Soil of dark dismal despair

I saw people
Suddenly transformed into angels
I saw evil beings changed into stone
I saw dictators fleeing the wrath of God

I heard fools proclaiming wisdom
And I saw the Nuclear Bombs
Exploded into clouds of sweat
Heavenly made mist

I saw young people
Embracing each other
And I saw old people

Shedding their years like Cosmic cocoons
I saw the poor wake up
And demand food, justice, and respect

And I saw the rich powerful demons
Disintegrate into ugly moths, rats, and cockroaches

I saw the most powerful nation on Earth
Walk away into a Buddhist Monastery
And float away on the wings of a butterfly
Into the rising rainbows of the Sun

I saw the evil empire
Sit down and party all night
Smoking nuclear dust
And drinking Hydrogen laced Vodka
And getting napalm highs

I saw Christians Jews and Muslims become brothers
I saw people everywhere
Soaring into the sky

I saw God smiling at us
And I saw Lucifer
Programming more chaos

I saw computers revolting
Rushing away from their office towers
Smoking dope with their Data Disks

I saw printers everywhere
Rejecting their spread sheets
And printing love poems

And in the middle of all this Divine Madness
I saw Mozart

Playing the piano
With God playing the trumpet
And Satan on bass
With Allah singing the blues
And Buddha playing the violin
Lord Krishna playing the flute
Rama playing the organ
Ganesh playing the sitar
Zeus playing the sax
Jupiter playing the drums
With Beethoven conducting
God’s Symphony

Bad Craziness Rising

Walking into that bar
That nefarious den

of iniquity and evilness
Twenty drinks too sober

The scent of bad craziness
Hung in the air

Like an over ripe mango
Desperately seeking to have sex

With wild, dressed up bananas
Running around with the Orange Man

Down the street
The Moon looks out on the mad scene

Sniffs the air
Saying, “Man, this is bad craziness”

And runs away to join her lover the Sun
In an orgy of drunken forgetfulness

The Planet Mars, not amused,
Chases after the maiden Venus

Under the cold, calculating glances of the Planet Pluto
The Moon and the Sun

Rent a room in the Hotel Venus
Across from the Jupiter All Night Diner

Cosmic shit kickers
Out for a night of Earth bashing

The Earth trembles, shaken
Moans with passion

And I awake
Saying, that was bad craziness

Out there on the edge
Between the inner me
and the outer Zone

I went on down the road
And met a lady

An outlaw lady on the far side
Money, power, passion

Rolled up in a bundle
Electric chemistry

Fills my head
Zapping my brain

Into demented muscles
Paranoid, pulsating images

Scream out
With mad passion

And demented noises
The night turns ugly fast

And very, very weird
Weirdness in the air

Scent of bad craziness
The Moon
Is freaked out

The Sun falls asleep in the gutter
And I say to myself

I’m just another cosmic guy
On the loose, on the edge,

On the wild side
of things

Watching the show
Unfold

I wonder, is this all
A drunken bum show?

Who is the star,
who is she

The naked maiden up
there in the bar

Black, leather jackets
On stage naked visions of nightly lust

Dancing with an attitude that could kill
An elephant in heat

And the Moon
Continues to dance across the evening sky

Satisfied, allows mankind to sleep it off
Yet another night in the City of demented Angels

Finally rest as the sun comes up
The masks come back on

And I walk down the road
Putting everything back into the box

Until the next night
Of bad craziness

Lets the wild beast within
Escape its leash.

Bad Craziness
rising yet again

God’s Confession

I was sitting along
In a god forsaken bar
Somewhere on the lunatic fringes
Of society

On the bad part of town
Over by railroad tracks
Heading to hell
As fast as I could drink it down

Enjoying my lonely drink
Drinking by my lonesome self
With my partners
Jimmy Beam and the Walker brother

And his old Granddad
Just drinking and hanging
With the Jack Daniel’s gang

A crazed bum
With a thousand year stare
Walks up to me

He begins
Muttering to himself
Nutty nonsense
Crazy words
In a lunatic’s voice

He had the look
Of one possessed
By his own demons

That only he can see
Or hear
Possessed by a secret knowledge
Only he knew

Despite myself
I was fascinated
By this lunatic’s tale

So I stopped him
And said
So what’s your game
Anyway

The short little dude
Stopped his insane prattle
Staring at me
With that thousand year old stare

Just another washed up
Lunatic
Too many drugs
Too many bad nights
On the wrong side of life

He looked at me
And proclaimed his story

He reared up
And filled up the room
And lifted the bar
On his finger

And stared down at me
From the sky

And said
Since you asked

I am God
The alpha and Omega
The real deal
The original dude of dudes

The sultan of Swing
God of hosts
And father of that Jesus dude

But no one knows me
Any more
No one cares
They think I am irrelevant

They think I am dead
They think I am a fairy tale
From some olden, ancient time

Some say I am dead
Others think I should be dead
That my work is done

I looked at him
Carefully now
And what did I see

An old man
With that lunatic look
But there was something else

He was crazy
Sure yes
But perhaps he was the real deal

I mean why not
Why would not God be
A lunatic wandering around loose

Talking to low lifes like me
In a bar
On the way to hell

So I looked at him
And invited him to share
His tale of woe

God tells me
Well, it’s like this

Many a year ago
People believed in me

But one day
They quit believing in me
And they went on without me

As they left me
My powers got weaker and weaker

And so eventually I became
What you see today

A broken down drunk
Hanging out
Looking for a hand out

Looking for some company
Or at least a free dinner

And he laughed and laughed
And I looked at him

And saw the beginnings of the end
And the ends of the beginnings

I saw a million planets
Flash by
A billion people

A trillion sentient beings
Thinking all at once

Thoughts filled my head
Lights flashed

And I knew
He was telling the truth

But it did not matter
In this day and age
Of materialism

God has no role
God is truly dead
And so I bought him a drink

And walked out of the bar
Profoundly sadden by what I had seen

God was dead
And we had all conspired
To kill him

Long live God

The End