like gloves that fit perfectly
two eggs sunny side up
finishing your sentences
Connection
bumps in the road
using humor to defuse
knowing it’s temporary
Connection
answers without questions
a sip of your coffee
the road is long
Connection
karma
skin
imperfection
Connection…
Can you taste this?
They wanna know how I feel about it.
How I feel about holding back my pain and thankfulness for so many
remorseful years.
I account for the misery and woe in my bed sheets,
All of the nights of losing sleep and waking up feeling so
incomplete.
But then again…
The times I’m glad I’m still in God’s favor,
Still sitting on my throne over a pristine spotless temple.
Not ashamed of the tread of my feet I trod.
This potent wine I spill from my abode freezes solid-
Hard as rocks as they drop to deliver panic and unnecessary
persecution!
This is bitter sweet.
I’ve been picked over, left for dead, dissed at and forgotten,
They say my time has ran out,
But how could I believe this nonsense I’m reciting to you?
Can you believe this?
I rise up and stay above it,
Thinking to myself I’m on my own island of continuation…
That this lonesome, dark, pitch black nightmare will never end.
Go all the way to gehenna and back and still ceases to not exist.
This is bitter sweet.
Like how I’m ecstatic but it breaks my bones and crushes the marrow.
As I put my heart in this,
I love the sweet,
But I despise the bitter.
Thank you for tasting my bitter sweet.
Hip- hip- hurray–
The suppressed hearts must bloom today
as the bloodless lips get back their lost smiles,
Let’s play, the annual village sports day is on today.
Hip- hip- hurray–
The exploitation is on leave and departed
with its ugly blood sucking oppression
and grants a relief to the exploited today.
Hip- hip- hurray–
The blissful minds are absolutely unmindful
to their plough, cattle, sweating, low-wage,
poverty, indebtedness and illness today.
Hip- hip- hurray–
The indigents witness the annual smile
on the face of the landlord fortunately
instead of regular reproof and frowning today.
Hip- hip- hurray–
A rare competition is to be contested
among the feeble who are already
defeated and receded under compulsion today.
Hip- hip- hurray–
an amazement is to be ensued definitely
as the heartless hands are preceded
for the poor’s heartfelt enjoyment today.
No more hurray, that’s all for today
as the village sports day is almost over
and the poor’s are to be refaced the demon-
the exploitation with its oppression from tomorrow.
Watching
Waiting
Patiently
For your look
Your gaze
Around the corner
On the avenue
Behind the alley
In the dark night…
Every placed I go your fair face beams.
You are a beautiful woman, you’re the woman of my dreams.
Your heart is loving and tender and forever forgiving.
You’re the reason I’m here, you’re my reason for living.
You opened your heat and gave me a new life.
Then you made me the happiest the day you became my wife.
And just when I thought you made me the happiest man in the world.
You presented us both with a new baby girl.
And just when I thought we had all the happiness and joy.
You presented us both with a new baby boy.
I make no apologies
for needing you like I do
we trade secrets
stolen kisses
make each feel good
romance, raw, righteous
the mantra of each day
would have kissed you harder
deeper
you kept me slightly at bay
next time will be different
passion collision
no fault
mouth on mouth
only coming up for air
no deposit, no return
Mr. Manhattan
lurking in your tangled hair
in your rear view mirror
on line at the bank
while cooking eggs
When I look into the heavens, yours is the only face I see.
You are not only my lover and wife, you are my future fantasy.
Of all the woman I’ve ever known.
You my darling Mary are the one I chose to be my very own.
No other woman has done so many beautiful things to me
As wonderful as the things you’ve done to my fantasy.
I can live my life for a hundred or more years.
There is no other woman that can bring to me so many happy and joyful tears.
Mary my darling I love the way you took and molded me.
You took and made me into the man I thought I could never be.
We’ve been married now for sixty five years or more
And to this day you are the only one I love and adore.
Black
Gray
Leather
The original Punk
Kid from Long Island
Who blasted into our Rock psyche
Heroin
Alcohol Haze
Sweet Jane
New Sensations
Halloween
Walks on the Wild Side
You could always depend on Lou
Always in our NYC mantra
Sex
Motorcycles
Freaks
Gays before there were Gays
Hard women
Transsexual lullabies
Tops
Bottoms
Bdsm
Lower East Side
Pain because it felt good
The music
Searing guitars
Off key slightly
Seedy one night stands
Sex in cheap hotels
With bad lighting
Somehow it wasn’t so bad
When Lou sang about it
One thing is for sure
Punk is wounded
We lost our Captain
Who went quietly into the dark night
R.I.P. Lou
You will be missed
Thank you
For never wearing brown…
You said you loved music, so I spent my money on CDs, stole my Dad’s guitar and brought up Pure Prairie League every chance I got. I scribbled lyrics on my fingers, and concert dates on my mirror.
You said you loved America, so I hummed the National Anthem, wrapped my hair in a striped bandana and learned to see my backyard as a privilege. I told people I was Republican, and refused to get on a plane.
You said you loved art, so I practiced gasping at Monet, considered
getting a tattoo, and kept a sketchbook in my purse. I learned when to say “Impressionism,” and filled my vase with paintbrushes.
You said you loved Jesus, so I buttoned my shirt to the neck, stopped drinking so much and squeezed your hand during the sermon. I remembered to say “gosh,” and threaded a cross onto my necklace.
You said you loved me, so I wore pink, tried to smile more and kept
repeating that I loved you too.