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The Florida of My Youth – Work
By Franklin Price
10/11/2019
Was not born with silver spoon, that dangled from my lips
Had enough to eat and drink, but not for extra sips
Could not get a real job, until fourteen years or more
With some imagination, I would earn some bucks before
Collected empty bottles from the grass beside the road
Cashed them in, for two cents each, a dollar was a load
Picked guavas, growing in the wild, and took the gathered lot,
To the Factory, on the Island, for the jelly in the pot.
Sold salve, I found in comic books, by going door to door
Was not the Fuller Brush man or would have earned a little more
Headed shrimp at Port Canveral, from the many shrimp boats there,
Should have been a little older, but the boss man didn't care
It was another time and place, when you helped out if you might,
To earn a little money, for the exras, seemed so right
Gave me a good work ethic, and it made me feel real good
To contribute to my wants, not needs, in any way I could
When old enough to have a job, I got my SSN
Did not get at your birth, in those days of old, back then
Got a job at SS Kresge, cleaning tables, washing floors
And dishes at the counter, long ago it closed its doors
Had my driver's liscense so I drove myself to work
Earned a dollar for an hour, it was really quite a perk
Gas twenty cents a gallon and burgers but a dime
Used a Georgia Credit card, didn't see it as a crime
When I got to High School, I worked at a different store
Was at WT Grant, where I earned a little more
A dollar and a quarter, for an hour, I was rich
Could now afford new tires, that would keep me from the ditch
Learned about the business, stocked and priced the items there
Designed and decorated diplays, in the windows, with great care
Watched out for shop lifters, even caught me one or two
Everything that I was told to, was everything that I would do
When I graduated High School, I went on to BCC
Found that college education was not the thing for me
In March of 1965, I enlisted in the Force
Not the Army or the Navy but the good old Air of course
(written to go with the tune of "Under the Boardwalk")
Oh, when you’re strapped for cash, and your rent is coming due.
If you gambled badly, and your bookie now is after you,
Down at the pawnshop, you need to be, yeah,
Where there’s laptops, old comic books and fine jewelry.
(Refrain)
At the pawnshop. Oh, what great fun!
At the pawnshop. You can see lots of guns.
At the pawnshop, buyers look all around.
At the pawnshop, losers look at the ground.
At the pawnshop…. pawnshop!
If you’re soon to wed but can’t afford an expensive ring,
It’s the place to go; they don’t deal in really cheap bling bling.
Down at the pawnshop, you need to be, yeah,
Where there’s laptops, old comic books and fine jewelry.
(repeat refrain)
Check out the song I had in my mind at this link:
http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=hjD0Ne3CuaY
Johnny Thunders… Room 37.
John Anthony Genzale JR, a man that did the drugs and booze,
Not only born to live but ultimately born to lose.
Born in fifty two he loved the game of baseball,
But would never cut his hair that was his little league downfall….
That and his bad dad, but Johnny Volume would soon rule..
Along with the Jaywalkers at Quintano High School.
Then in sixty eight he would go to Fillmore East,
At a bar called "Nobody"'"s"on Bleeker Street
He would learn to drink his Bourbon ice so neat.
Then he was a sales clerk at the Da Nazz Leather Shop,
He would meet some future Dolls, then they were the "Actress"'"s."
But it was just a whistle stop..
Renamed Johnny Thunders after a comic book of the same name,
The New York Dolls were formed
His life would never be the same…
Two critically acclaimed Albums
"The New York Dolls" "Too much too soon"
But both commercially void,
Not enough to buy a Coke spoon..
In seventy five the Dolls broke up
Those trash glams all with attitude ,
Even bands today look back
With nothing but hard rock gratitude.
Johnny then formed The Heartbreakers ,released one brilliant LP
Los Angeles Mother F@kers
Know as L.A.M.F.
What an album I do decree…
Though I still love "So Alone"
A solo of such class..
He drifted here and there,
Then it was alas…
He lasted till nineteen ninety one,
His heroin a complete addiction..
But his death it was a mystery
There should have been a murder conviction!
Many rumours surround his death, I do suspect foul play.
St Peters House Hotel, New Orleans, such a great cliché.
Gangster dealers gave him LSD
Ripped off his Methadone supply..
Pretty sure they killed him,
Such a sad goodbye.
His room number was thirty seven,
It was ransacked of all his possessions,
What is known for certain,
Is there has never been no confessions..
"You can"t put your arms around a memory,
Don"t try don"t try..
You"'re just a bastard kid
And you got no name
Cause you"re living with me
We"re one and the same."
Nice one Johnny..
Sadly missed.
Form:
It is too cold for bat flights around the moon
but I take the trip anyway,
the jar of moonshine was crazy strong.
When this year topples into the next,
time will find me in a crowded stadium
my back turned from the game in disgust,
or maybe I will be crouched
like a comic book gargoyle on the top of my TV
watching pockets of insanity
explode like grenades
on a plasma screen dream.
If I am able to write without crushing my fingers
I will try to describe the roving bands of reapers
and their scythes;
how those kindly terminators ended
the fun-house peep show,
how also behind those hoody figures
hordes of blank-eyes city workers
dutifully moped up the spill, as if spilled brains
were as hazardous as banana skins.
Doctor Octopus
Doctor Octopus or Doc. Ock
brought violent shock
to super human
Spiderman
as prominent
opponent
forming supervillain team
with strength supreme,
being founder
and leader
of Sinister Six,-
taking risk
of conflicts to fix.
A mad scientist
Yet on top list.
Intelligent myopic
appearing in American comic.
Sporty character showing miracles,
overcoming obstacles,
holding strong durable appendages,-
his gifted advantages:
Octopus's tentacles.
03\16\23
Supervillains
Contest by Robert James Ligouri.
What makes you smile? What gives you a grin?
What makes you roar in a crowd?
Is it the joke from a professional comic,
That makes you laugh out aloud?
Or is it the irony of seeing others fail,
Like “NO REGERTS” her regrettable ink.
Or maybe you like the constructed absurd,
Like the Python’s absurd doublethink.
Maybe you prefer fun shared by others,
Like the silly things children often say.
Or do you enjoy your partner’s company,
When you please and tease and play.
Actually, I bet you love all of these things,
And more, to keep you happy, up and elated.
Because we only live once, one go at this life,
To live a life of sheer tickled animated.
I packed my bag with care
I measured every side
I weighed it on the bathroom scale
I checked it twice and thought -
I better leave that pair of shoes behind
I double checked my ticket
I reviewed my list of stops
I rehearsed my day, from dawn til dusk
I planned it all ahead
I left my house and made my gate
I did it all in record time
I hardly missed a step today
I did pretty good!
Good afternoon sir, ticket please
Absolutely! And how'd’ya do today
Well I’m ok but I’m afraid you cannot board this plane
Come again?
You cannot come aboard, sir
What? Why not? I checked my bag and everything!
Is my suitcase too big? Is my ticket not right? Have I made some mistake?
No.
You’re sure? I can put my bag in the thingy again. It will fit! I promise you.
I am sure you are right sir, but then where will you sit?
Where will I sit? Haven’t you got a plane with seats? I didn’t pay to stand!
Well we just didn’t figure it’d fill up quite like this.
We’re already over by 20, and the rest keep arriving all the time!
THE REST!
You mean you’ve now done this to two dozen souls?
Yep.
Why!?! How!?!
I’m sorry sir, did you want your seat guaranteed?
YES!
I see. Well you have to pay extra for that.
FRONTIER Airlines
You are the stuff my culinary dreams are made of.
Unending shapes and sizes.
From skinny linguini to the rounded orecchiette
and squiggly fusilli.
As my tongue tastes morsels of your saucy tubular goodness,
I compose a rhyme of the ancient marinara to atone
for my over-the-top pasta love.
Stuffed, plain, buttered. Swimming in Sunday sauce.
The tastiest were those plain whites I pilfered from the pot
before nonna caught me. Whack! with the wooden spoon.
It’s rumored my very first uttering was mangia – an oft-heard word
spoken by mama as she attempted to feed me.
“You’re going to turn into a rigatoni
if you don’t eat something else,” she implored.
Ha! If I were a rigatoni, we’d be cugini.
I only liked you, beautiful al dente you.
And semolina only, please. I accept no impastas!
You’ve been with me through thick and thin,
mostly thick ... around my hips.
Late night comfort snack,
midday bowl of depression-busting goodness.
The breakfast of strong Italian women!
You are Sophia Loren’s guilty pleasure.
Mine, too. With the emphasis on pleasure.
One bite and I am transported back to childhood.
Visions of homemade pasta drying on pristine
white flour sack towels tantalize my taste buds.
You, dear pasta, are la bomba.
My love for you is unending, until we all farfalle down.
My heart feels light
With cheer in sight
My mind sees clear
With tact that spears
My will lives poise
With a plain voice
My tact feels sure
With thoughts laid pure
My pulse springs well
With breath that tells
My talk brings sighs
With happy highs
My words fling wit
With comic fit
My day finds zest
With sanguine quest
My love knows joy
With fun and ploys
My time is brief
With flakes of grief
My space is here
With precious spheres.
My moments breeze
With humour's squeeze
My laughter comes
With funny sums
My mood swings grace
With change of pace
My gaze is mild
With inner child
My days reveal
With joy that heals
Leon Enriquez
11 November 2014
Singapore
It was in my old Cortina
Well you really should have seen her
She was naked as the day that she was born
We had only just begun, we were having lots of fun
When her foot came crashing down upon the horn
Well, she gave a little groan and a steady little moan
Then from nowhere came the loudest ever scream
She was thrashing all about, she was trying to get out
And then suddenly the lights were on main beam
Soon the door was open wide as she made her way outside
She was hopping on the tarmac in the nude
It was comic, it was farce just to see her naked ****
But I’m sure the other people thought it rude
She was cold and she was damp and was happy now the cramp
Had abated, though the memory lingered on
Climbing quickly back inside, trying desperately to hide
She got dressed and moments later we were gone
Now it’s nice to go al fresco, but, the car park outside Tesco
Is just not the place to park when you feel frisky
So, next time we get denuded it’ll be somewhere secluded
At a place where getting caught is far less risky