Oh, a germ is threatening
My very life today
If I don’t get some shelter
Oh yeah, I’m gonna fade away
Tag: Poetry
Angels Strike up the Band
Why the tears my dear friend?
Fear and trepidation
throughout the land
The future is coming down fast
Those good times
they just couldn’t last
A world of disorder hitting the fan
I Long To Fly Away
I’ve got these
Corona Virus Blues
right down to the bottom
of my ramblin’ shoes
I long to fly away
along with the young
the careless
and the carefree
To become a V. I. P.
… a Virus Immune Person
To then play in the sea
and bask under a tropical sun
In a land where safe sex
doesn’t require rubber gloves
a face mask
and a surgical gown
The Lost Verse *
God said to King David,
“Sing me a song.”
King David said, “Lord,
I’ve got this face mask on!”
God said, “What!
You can just sit there
and self isolate
if you really want, Dave,
but the next time
Mother Nature sneezes
you’d better run!”
King David asked, “Where
d’you want this singing done?”
God said, “That clearway
out on Freeway Kingdom Come.”
Gospel Radio
Gospel Radio
Everybody desperate
tryin’ to make ends meet
Work all day
made to pay
keepin’ their arses
off the dirty street
But alas, their lives
are incomplete
But don’t it make you
want to free your soul?
Upright from wrong
… Gospel Radio
I heard Natalie Cole
singing sweet and soulful
on the radio
… that Gospel Radio
The King of Hearts
Upon a red carpet of vanity
this slipstream of existence
glimpsed but momentarily
through a blur of humanity
with a cry to the sky high …
“Why are you hiding from me?”
Placebo Town (revisited)
Is Love
just another
four letter word
given a death sentence?
Is the weight of Hate
greater than a feather?
With Anubis guarding
a mythical entrance
to a heavenly existence?
You’ll need to travel light
if you wish to transcend
beyond the broken ground
of this forsaken Placebo Town
To Him They Belong
Down to sleep
their souls to keep
Vulnerable
innocent and meek
Somewhere
below life’s glitter
pure evil seeps
from a broken gutter
Grim trauma to reap
Innocence shattered
beyond all hope
as mothers weep
Watch out now
Take care
Beware
Given enough rope
all things dark
and fearful
… into the deep
Lovers ~ Before and After
ISIS of CRISIS
The silken road
of Afghan calm
that led me to Isis
the serene queen
of my karmic crisis
Born upon a desert storm
and a broken seance
where patiently
she awaits for me
at the Mirage Oasis
Greeting me in style
with her crystalline smile
“Hello Sailor!
Any port in a storm?”
The Seamstress
The Seamstress
in a state of distress
Her beautiful dress
delivered all disheveled
to the wrong person
at the wrong address
