Monday, September 10, 2018

weary




as i walked through the wind and rain
beneath the elevated train
i heard the buildings laugh and the trashcans snicker
of mercy's light i saw not a flicker

the wind was playing a sad sad song
but the rain just wouldn't go along
it tried to pick up a happy beat
as it squished into my weary feet

violin music far away
further and further away
i'd like to sit down on the sidewalk
and just listen to them play

as i soon as i sit on the cold concrete
to rest my weary brain and feet
my dreams rise up like dragons
and memories circle my wagons



Sunday, September 9, 2018

sad





life is sad
people are bad
time rolls on
like a ball on a lawn

billboard smiles
walk for miles
sky turns gray
birds fly away

night is falling
emptiness calling
drops of rain
feel no pain

life is sad
people are bad
bus blows past
shotgun blast

whirling sky
who was i?
end of the line
pal of mine



Thursday, April 26, 2018

a walk in the rain





i decided to do something different
and went for a walk in the rain
and looked for signs in puddles
the mystery of life to explain

i met a cat with a serious face
and a dog that was wagging its tail
they passed me by with a look in their eye
that said wisdom was not for sale

i passed a bag lady drinking a fanta
with the daily news spread on her head
a taxi splashed me with muddy water
i wished i was home in bed

i entered a store of convenience
a lottery ticket to buy
the drawing was not until tuesday
i returned to the street with a sigh

i saw a man in a doorway
and thought i knew his name
but i passed him by without asking
he might know my secret shame

i wish it would rain forever
and nothing ever get dry
i would meet myself at the river
and look myself in the eye



Wednesday, April 18, 2018

i already saw this movie more than once





i have walked this way before
likewise, seen that moonlit shore
this deserted garden looks familiar
and oh those distant hills, yeah

it’s a dirty shame
but it all looks the same
every night i return
to this street but never learn

who is looking down on me
from that bridge above the sea
from that ship in the night
as it floats away from sight

and the light that briefly shines
through the lonesome pines
as the car runs out of gas
yes, this way we all must pass

and the house on the hill
i should get there, but never will
i walk and walk and walk
there are no numbers on the clock



Tuesday, April 10, 2018

sandwich






i was walking
because i wanted a sandwich

not an apple or an orange
or a soft drink

but a sandwich
i kept on walking

block after block
even though i knew

i had to get back
to the conference

the blocks were long
and filled with people

people different from me
wearing white t shirts and wifebeaters

and speaking a different language
they were not hostile

they just ignored me
it was getting dark

there were stores
that sold fruit and vegetables and scratch cards


and coke and moxie and fanta
but no sandwiches

i wanted a sandwich
there were no cafes or sub shops

one little place had books
tom swift and hardy boy books

but no sandwiches
if i kept on walking

i would end up in yonkers
or in albany

i wanted a sandwich so bad
but i had to get back

to the conference
before it got completely dark

l am so unhappy
nobody likes me

this is the story of my life
life is so unfair

i told this dream to nellie
and she said

“why didn’t you just go into one of the little stores
and ask them to make you a sandwich?”


Monday, April 2, 2018

joe






time is a dog named joe
and i am a ball
in joe’s mouth

he is running away
out of the park
and down the street

i shout
come back, joe

but he doesn’t come back

he runs across the street

into the traffic
and gets hit by a bus

he always was a bad dog