Best Gigs Poems

I've got a fist full of Buddha,
And a fist full of Rand,
A pocket full of Jesus,
And the other's filled with sand,
That's in case I need...

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Can you keep a secret?
‘cause I’ve got one to share
I’ve a friend called Fazzbot
With green and purple hair.
Fazzbot met me yesterday
The day before today
Fazzbot is...

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Back in those heavy times when everything was so far out
Our words were but a whisper, the mans were but a shout
Flower power was spreading,...

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Again, you ain’t got the rockin’ time
To shake my waist jiggling a move
Between the thrill that leads to you
And a summer lost from faraway grooves.
Boy,...

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Have you ever played pick up sticks?
Or just watched the rain and get bored
Is Jump rope gone forever or does?
Hop Scotch have new different rules

I...

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The best love affair of my life
Was the time I spent with another man’s wife
You would be surprised to know it
For I never involved in...

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‘Twas the night before Christmas, and all through the bay
Not a soldier was stirring in the hall or the way.
The clothes were all hung in...

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There once was a girl named Sandy
Whose auburn hair was doubly-dandy:
She got gigs of gazes,
A plethora of praises;
Hey, her hair hue was hyper-handy!...

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Cuba…Mamma Mia…like most of the Caribbean; part of the 1492 slam…
Slavery, sugar plantations… invasions, upheaval, independence…
Then the American kisses; with a slight twist…who initiated the...

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The Wall   (version 2)


Berlin terror
Pink Floyds pinkish era
Flying pigs
Mexican gigs
Rolling stones
Dead old bones
Behind tall walls
Cowards with guards stall
As we march towards better days
Jimi...

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Down and Out in Saigon

Southeast Asia, and Mexico
 has always attracted 
A certain type of westerner
The down and out 

On a down word spiral
Why?
Relatively cheap...

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SONG OF ANALOG MAN

Don't blog. 
Sing in analog.
Log-off in space. 

Wasted time! 
In machine rhyme.
Holding data in your face.

Past, heart shaped locket.
Present, gear and shinny...

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I keep an old photo album 
on my bottom shelf. 
I get it out every once in a while, 
just to sift the time away...

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Dad 
born into white hot poverty  
eldest son of an adulterous drunk
abandoned
man of the house at five
white privilege.
His step father , also a booze...

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My trampy old DC's, a wonderful shoe
They stayed on my foot since I bought them brand new
No matter how smelly, or sandy, or wet
They were...

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