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Fabulously Tropical Butlers and Crazy UnclesHere I am
Locked in an antique time
In this sun-washed hotel room
On a dead end street
I sit in front of the tall windows
Looking out on the ocean
The salesman comes carrying a cardboard suitcase
He is clutching his loving wife, he has her dreams and tears locked
In the beat-up suitcase, and he smiles and hears the song on the radio
"Brother, can you spare a dime?"
I can only look out of these tall windows into a dead afternoon
A dog sleeps in the shade
All the answers are in that suitcase
If only the drink were stronger
We could open it and see for ourselves
The wonderful mysteries of yesterday
But the trombone is on strike today
So we won't bother with it now
Palms march down marble aisles
Like indentured servants
Fabulously tropical butlers and crazy uncles
Living in a polished marble paradise
Beneath a ceiling fan sky
All they do is laugh
Shuffling cards and dealing for centuries
Will someone put the Bing Crosby on
I'd like to hear that now
Nightingales mingle in the palladium
The Blizzards of 500 MilesFor life and soup and a little less
The strong men...they keep coming on
One by one or by thousands
And sit half-smiling, half-sad;
Deep down are the cinders we came from.
A tall one I know at the end of a hallway broods in shadows and is watching
Doing what must be done
Because in the dusk
There is...something...here...men die for.
It's a song as hard as a riveter's hammer
Somebody loses whenever somebody wins
How many times can death come and pay back what we saw?
Ladders of dust and mud and our hair snarled
A slug of lead in the red valves
And a panorama of war performs itself.
In the red of winter dawns
Money is nothing now, even if I had it
The west is empty. All else is empty. No moon-talk at all now.
Nothing lovelier, nothing lovelier
In the fire music of wood singing to winter
Telling their stories over and over
And they talk at night in the storm:
"It's going to come out all right--do you know?"
Take 'em and beat 'em, hammer 'em, hear 'em laugh
Nothing like us ever was
Queen Anne's LaceQueen Anne's Lace
Growing in yonder field
Guard the rusty plow
That once pierced the green.
Do you remember the way home?
Adorned in elegance unmatched
By the finest Southern debutante.
Alongside the blue spruce
And winter wheat
They are the company you keep.
Do you remember the way home?
Soon the November winds will roar
And Jack Frost will arrive with his cane.
When the snow lies deep across the fields,
And the forests stand naked, black-grey...
Will you remember the way home?
Before the colors of Fall come down
I'll remember you standing in the hot July sun
Waving gently in the breeze
Keeper of secrets and lovely things.
Thank you for taking me home.
Fare Thee Well: 70214Entry No. 74:
We've been out here for nearly three months now, drifting in this solar wind.
I had hoped to see you again, Lauren, but that cannot happen now.
Soon the shockwave from the supernova will reach us.
The end will be quick.
You're strong; raise our son to love God.
I love you.
Life is but a DreamWe are just unnourished frail bodies,
overfed with white lies and short-lived-euphorias.
Books filled with black letters,
etching lurid images into our utmost dreams.
Veering us from the big picture...
the one we fail to paint ourselves.
Our fists much too busy with fights,
that we are bound to lose.
Too occupied in line waiting,
for creativity to be let loose like a stray dog.
As if we will find home in this pursuit of happiness...
but we only enclose each other in small rooms
with nothing but old laptops.
How many times I've guessed which letter could it be...
Which letter could it be?
To free us from havoc-stricken-thoughts?
They come and go, unending like 24 hour subway stations.
There's no break for this lonely man,
heaving every breathe of stale air
into my overused lungs...
Living in confined walls of flesh
held up with brittle paper-mache bones.
Which day is it that I will burst out from this cage of a life?
And hover with the Gods found in carefully binded bo
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