Category: poetry

1/8/90

G

Poor old Tom was a

C D

dirty old man,

G

Spent his life w/ his

CD

cock in his hand.

G

But now he old and

CD

dusty and grey,

G

Things don’t seem to be

CD

going his way

G

He’s a rich man, he’s

C

got more than enough

Of G wine & woman and all

that stuff

G

But even for him life seems

C

to be tough, cause

G

By the time he was

CD

old enough to get it,

G

He was too old to get

D

it up.

G

By the time he was rich

CD

enough to get it,

G

He was too old to get it

CD

up

G

By the time he was C old enough

to get it,

G

He was too old to C get it D up.

12/27/90

(Top note: Capo at 3rd fret)

Some D people get lots

of A7 pain in life

Em Lots of trouble, lots of Em sorrow,

D There’s not much to A7 my

life, just Em today and C tomorrow

D I see them standing A7 there

gon the curb, Em crying

Over C heart break & sorrow

D I’ve got nobody A7 in my life,

Don’t Em worry if she’ll leave

me C tomorrow.

$\phi$ Chorus

Maybe I A7 feel lonely,

sometimes, but C at least I’m Em free

I D see them drag each A7 other all

around, A7 all over A7 town

Em no one’ll C ever own me,

Em no one’ll C ever ~~own me~~.

$\phi$

maybe D someday I’ll

want A7 somebody, but

for now it’s just my

songs and the,

Its Em good to be Em free

Its Em good to be Em lonely

Its C so good to be G free.

I G don’t care what the

C people say, G I never cared

about them C anyway

my G lady will stay

forever, C I know G her

love will C never ever fade

$\phi$

and G when we’re ~~she’s~~ cracked

and C dry and cold

will G still have each

other to C hold, D forever & ever

G me and my C mannequin

G me and my C mannequin.

But G our love

grows stronger

C day by D day

$\phi$

Maybe G my lady

don’t C talk too much,

but she G knows just

where to C touch me

all the D time!

~~and our love grows~~

~~stronger, day by day~~

$\phi$

12/26/90

The little old lady

from Pasadena tapped me

on my shoulder.

“What,” I said, “I don’t

need a car, I’ve already

got one.”

“No,” she said, “It’s

not that, sonny,

How’d you like to

see my tits?”

Somewhat startled

by the peculiar demands

of this sweet little

blue haired grandmother,

gripping wicker purse.

I replied,

“I’d really rather

not;”

But she said,

“What, you some

kind of fruit?”

“No,” I replied “I think

it’s something else, I’d

feel guilty.”

“Fine,” she said,

“Be that way. There’s

plenty of men in this

town!”

(Chord markings included above lines)

Chorus:

G

I’m falling in love

C

Love w/ a mannequin

G

I’m falling in love

C

w/ a mannequin

G

a love much greater

C

than any

that I’ve ever

D7

known before…

I Well I’m falling in love

w/ a mannequin

G

Her body is cold,

C

but her big heart

G

is so much warmer

C

than any that I’ve

D7

ever known before

(repeat chorus)

II The G people on the

C

street just stop and stare

They G don’t understand us

C

anywhere

But G our love

grows stronger

C day by D day

Maybe G my lady

don’t C talk too much,

but she G knows just

where to C touch me

all the D time!

~~and our love grows~~

~~stronger, day by day~~

$\phi$

I G don’t care what the

C

people say, G I never cared

about them C anyway

my G lady will stay

forever, C I know G her

love will C never ever fade

$\phi$

and G when we’re ~~she’s~~ cracked

and C dry and cold

will G still have each

other to C hold, forever & D ever

G me and my C mannequin

G me and my C mannequin.

12/26/90

Hello, I’m Robert, and I am a flame.

Hello, Hello, Hello!

“Bless me Father for I have sinned!”

It made

Deapuant se mec.

Right side margin text:

so what do you think

I need a drink but I’m feeling rather ill.

Tis Jonathan’s birthday you need a pill

because you are so kind.

Bottom margin text (rotated):

Linksnu Svean Kabeto! Drink up!

12/25/90

(Chord above line 1: C9)

Well, maybe God’s

(Chord above line 2: F9)

just like Santa Claus,

(Chord above line 3: C9)

Old man, big white

(Chord above line 4: F9)

beard and everything.

Ch. (Chorus)

(Chord above line 6: C)

But I know that there’s

(Chord above line 7: A)

no Santa Claus,

(Chord above line 8: C)

But I know that there’s

(Chord above line 9: A)

no Santa Claus…

Everybody wants something

F

(Chords above line 1: C9, F9)

Both of them, sitting

on top of the world,

(Chord above line 3: C9)

Got a big book, our

(Chord above line 4: F9)

souls wrapped up inside

(Chords above line 5: C7, F9)

Big Brother knows just who’s naughty

and nice.

Ch. (Chorus)

(Chord above line 8: C)

But I know that there’s

(Chord above line 9: A)

no Santa Claus,

(Chord above line 10: C)

But I know that there’s

(Chord above line 11: A)

no Santa Claus…

(Chords above line 12: C9, F9)

Everybody wants something

(Chord above line 13: C7)

from Santa Claus,

(Chords above line 14: C7, F9, C9)

But they gotta go to the mall

(Chords above line 15: C9, E9)

Everybody prays to God,

(Chords above line 1: C7, F9)

But we can’t get love from

(Chord above line 2: C7)

a big white man, got to

(Chords above line 3: F9, C9)

love each other instead.

Ch. (Chorus)

(Chord above line 5: C)

But I know that there’s

(Chord above line 6: A)

no Santa Claus,

(Chord above line 7: C)

But I know that there

(Chord above line 8: A)

ain’t no God

(Chords above line 9: C, F)

Can’t love our dream imagination,

(Chords above line 10: C, G)

Got to love each other instead

Can’t love a big white

(Chords above line 12: F, C)

guy in a tacky red suit,

(Chords above line 13: C, G)

Gotta love each other instead.

12/22

I remember the

day I gave up.

I tried to be a good

Catholic, I really did. When

I was thirteen I had

wanted to be a priest even,

and not just some run

of the mill parish priest,

but a Jesuit!

I used to say five

or even ten Hail Marys and

Our Fathers and a decade

of the rosary every day

just to save the world.

But then something

happened. It fell down like

a huge wall between me

and what I was supposed

to be.

11/21/90

I am an

English major,

Welfare pays too little

Jesus stole

my girlfriend

I’m jealous

Don’t feed the parrot

before you put it

On your shoulder

12/1 Somehow Jim had

never kissed a girl. His

friends thought it was

strange, “aren’t you

supposed to get through

that in the seventh

grade?” They were

embarrassed, “Just don’t

tell anyone.”

But his family was

supportive. His grandfather

would say, “Who in

would want to kiss

anyone, it’s disgusting,”—

his grandmother would

say “You have plenty of

time.”

And Jim just shrugged

his shoulders and said,

“Whatever!”

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12/3 Connie Cowboy

I was a Communist

Cowboy,

Ridin’ the wide open

range,

I always thought

I was Marxist, but

the others just

thought I was just strange…

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“Your cousin Julie only eats

hamburgers when she

goes out. Can’t blame her,

everybody loves a good hamburger.”

Goops

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12/6 The Children’s Song

I can hear a thunder

cros the ocean

I can smell the

smoke hanging in the air

They say the guns

might be a blarin’

For the first time in

many a year.

(Chord markings above text: A, C, G)

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And it just makes me

cry

To think that I might

die, bleeding in a desert,

Bleeding your black gold

and it just makes me

cry

11/21/90

17,000 connect dots

In one 1991

calendar, I wonder

If this is it, is

this how it all

ends, smothered?

like living in

post-post apocalypse

I can’t read—

some illiterate, I don’t

need to, I can taste.

I don’t need television,

I can figure it out

for myself, I’ve got

toothpaste teeth and eyes,

don’t tell me my mama

taught me how to laugh

when I was five.

11/21/90

Her Haiku about men:

All the ones I love

that are cold fish,

& never hate got cold hands

Hugh: Quite a girl we got here,

man oh man, look at

that Mossberg 500, what

a shine, what a shine,

Allen: What a shine,

An accidental Haiku

Handing him lit roach

He says,

Reagan was messiah