Long Button down Poems

TRUMP SMELLS B.O.


TRUMP SMELLS B.O.

BUST UP THE BEAT TO INTRODUCE IT'S TEMPO

GOT ME PLACES TO GO

SILENCE IS GOLDEN GOT BLOOD THAT"S UNFOLDING

SITS IN HIS IVORY TOWER ENGAGED IN THE WALL WHILE HE SITS IN HIS...

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I met a proper woman in a proper pub on a Monday in Peoria. It was noon, time for lunch, and we were sitting stool to stool over very large burgers at a long mahogany...

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Sipping cherry limeade, driving in the car parade, 
we're cruising in the Lone Star state.
Didn't want a bucket seat; the thing it couldn't beat, 
was sitting up close to your date.
One hand on the wheel...

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When I was just a teenage lad, and growing up out west
I never wore a cowboy hat or fancy leather vests,
never put on cowboy boots or western shirts with snaps,
never wore tooled leather belts, much...

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While reading Charles Bukowski poetry? 
On the metro ride home? 
Listening to Buddha bar music? 
On my oh too hip iPod? 
 
I begin to see myself as I was? 
Over 30 years ago when...

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My grandparents lived on farms – both sides of my family.
My mother’s parents and my father’s parents.
Overalls and button down shirts with pockets
Work boots for grandpas

Except my single grandpa did get dressed up fancy
For Saturday...

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Charles Bukowski Road Not Chosen
 
While reading Charles Bukowski poetry
On the metro ride home
Listening to Buddha bar music
On my oh too hip IPod
 
I begin to see myself as I was
Over 30 years ago when...

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TRUMP SMELLS B.O.
TRUMP SMELLS B.O.
BUST UP THE BEAT TO INTRODUCE IT'S TEMPO
GOT ME PLACES TO GO
SILENCE IS GOLDEN GOT BLOOD THAT"S UNFOLDING
SITS IN HIS IVORY TOWER ENGAGED IN THE WALL WHILE HE SITS IN HIS...

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I see you floundering in a world you thought you knew
You once saw it in ticks and tocks, and pay checks…
You were blindly tripping down someone else’s path
Playing cards dealt from unknown player’s decks…


You once...

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Zeitgeist - My 1960s - Liz Walsh

Kaftans, mini-skirts, Carnaby Street fashions.
Angel Delight, Hirondelle wine and that sheepskin rug.
"The price of round steak on a Saturday" while
Magdalen Laundries kept dark, dark secrets!
Nylon socks, Cuban heeled boots,...

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Ooh...this... just an amazing grace note
     recalling how I felt like an ass
and wanna toot 'bout me getting steered
     (as a heavy metal kid Rocker)

  ...

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A haze… 
Languorous oft in summer days 
Where sundrops drip 
From melting skies 
Onto city grind 
And parasols shade the cobbled grays

Across back alley lanes 
Trains and trolleys tip toe by 
As a fool in...

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Tonight I walk alone
For no apparent reason
I have friends who care for me
But I had to get out of the bar
I couldn’t stand the band (and I was in it) and the smoke 
Was choking...

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I suspect in my feckless youth my folks thought me rather slovenly,
Obnoxious, averse to work and associated with dubious company,
But Air Force sergeants dealt discipline with lingo at times unsweet,
Convincing me that life is easier...

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Some fellers like to make fashion statements with their dress,
But I'm a rather conservative dude (much to my wife's distress!).
I'm fine with loafers, button-down collars and pleated slacks.
I'm not taken with tailor-mades, I prefer to...

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awkward girls delivering their spoken thoughts
like hand written love notes
perfumed hopes cherished brightly
one of a hundred that stand at the edge of reality
and in the near perfect unison of dropping lovely invitations
to the magazine advertisements...

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I ask you
what the scars on your knees are from.
You say they are a reminder
to get back up
again and
again
no matter how much it hurts.

And I ask how
you got the scars on your ankles.
So you tell...

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But the button wants to do its thing
How many things can the button do
If you push the button down longer
the button then becomes slightly
more uncomfortable 
I think it is like a trigger mechanism
you could amble...

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Another dream  

My strength seeps from the cracks,
crevices ripped in a single slip
Reaching for hope again
I left my chest wide open

Streams of worth
flow like lying children
stealing quarters from the collection plate
at Sunday school -...

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You stopped by just long enough to drop off a borrowed shirt,
too sharp to believe that the pain didn't really hurt.
Winter's upon us, I feel the chill in the air.
Maybe you'll need the shirt if...

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The society has dictated us enough.
What a man should wear and what a woman can
How to dress and how one can’t
“That is not how girls dress!”
Is the society’s favourite stand.

“Boys don’t wear nail paint!”
Well tell...

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The night descends with a button down moon
against a powder blue comforter sky,
fluffed and puffed with the down of seed
cat and nine tails bursting with pride.

The mothers have called the dinnertime
and the scent of soups...

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I've pulled the string,
tossed the salt,
wished upon a star.
Found the cent,
picked it up,
kept all the lids of broken jars.
Brushed off my shoes,
kissed the rope,
raised my sails in order.
Drug my feet made straight lines,
eveytime I crossed...

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Only the heavens know what she was crafted from
but right here right now it did not matter
She is the only thing I see
it is as if I am really seeing her for the first time...

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Swing like a tennis pro
Swoosh as badminton flow
Dance and twril as you whirl
The magic bug zapper racket
See a bug I fling to attack it
Keep that button down
Brave electric  courrent sound
Die little insect die
Goodbye you...

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