Long Disc jockey Poems
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WITH THE DISC JOCKEY ROCKIN
THE SOUNDS START A POPPIN
PEOPLE START FLOCKIN
THE PARTY'S A TOPPEN
IZZY AND LIZZY
BOTH BUSY AND DIZZY
KNEE KNOCKIN
BEBOPPIN
HIP HOPPIN
TIC TOKIN
THEN IT ALL HAPPENS
CROWDS START A CLAPPIN
RAPPERS START RAPPIN
FINGERS START SNAPPIN
TOES START A TAPPIN
CAMERAS START FLASHIN
IT ALL SEEMS AMAZING
ONLOOKERS GAZZING
EYES ARE A GLAZING
THE JAMS ARE A BLAZING
SPIRITS ARE RAISING
THEN THE MUSIC STARTS PHASING
THE PRODUCTION'S A RAP
THE AUDIENCE CLAPS
WITH THEIR MOVES ON THE MAP
TIPS DROP IN THE HAT
IT'S TIME TO RELAX
TAKE A LOOK BACK
REMEMBER THE TRACKS
THAT MADE IT ALL HAP
TOMORROW THEY'LL DO IT AGAIN.
Michael E Harris
08082026
What a catchy tune she said.
Lying because she thought it was nice.
He went nuts with this compliment.
Told everyone what she had said.
His relatives called to thank her.
She felt guilty because it was not a good tune at all.
He went up and down the street playing the tune.
He broadcast it with a loudspeaker out his car window.
Her grandma called and asked what to do because he wanted a comment.
Tell him it is great, she lied to her grandma.
So her grandma did.
His relatives also called her to thank her.
She felt smug and happy about it.
He went to the next six counties, playing the tune.
A disc jockey invited him to speak on the radio and play his tune.
He spoke and he was funny; people liked him.
The tune was not great, but he was hilarious.
Other radio stations called him to come speak and share his tune.
His tune went to number one in the county,
then the state, and finally the nation.
All of the people were happy for him, because they liked him.
Most had lied about the tune.
It was not catchy at all.
1
I slow the chevy
then stop.
I turn around
and look back.
There, behind the bedroom window,
behind a lacy white curtain,
I see a figure,
a face,
a waving hand,
an old ghost
from a crinkled black and white,
arisen to meet me again,
kiss me again in this darkness,
returning to haunt
my matchboxes and combs,
the pretty Mexican girl
with the black medusa tresses;
She that licked my lips
when pressed against hers;
That is no ghost, or is it?
Let me squint these sated eyes
and double check.
I see the slicker girl of 17 years
dressed in ’69 day-glow
That’s her.
It’s not real. Never
2
Red girly fingernails
tapping the chevy seat,
always adjusting, turning
dark brown pantyhose,
and the radio,
always planning and conniving
a quick insecure glance
at a perfumed compact.
She opens her purse widely
retrieving the white slicker tube;
Then come the rituals
of lips and tongues and
sweetened spit ensuing there,
‘Hey Jude’ finding an angular perch
behind them.
3
“Is the door locked?”
Waves of Groucho
on a Magnavox console
emanating towards us
from the next room over
you and me are naked
beneath the whites
ridden in adolescent stains
squirming under the cracks
of raw unfiltered listening
to Pink Floyd smearing alive
the preposterous universe
using Moog synthesizer knives
as Janis from west Texas
sprawls on a ironing board
firmly positioned and plied
She rides the fast horse
two slippery hours ablaze
“Honey, could you turn the dial?”
4
Bill Balance slings eggs and
the Feminine Forum at 3,
riding the waxy airways
with staticky plumes
This dead disc-jockey is
breathing heavily again
into a ghostly microphone.
“Hey Alice, are you a married girl?
Do you have a nice body?
Do you have charging rhino haunches?”
5
“Come inside now.
Hide under these columns,
These stones of plastic marble,
As the world finally ends,
Finally trembles in the sinking sand.
Who knew? Right?
Joke’s on us, but honestly,
We all knew it was coming,
Hopefully later, but coming.
Who knew it would happen
Like this?“
I slow the chevy
Then stop.
I am Eisenhower builds the
Interstate highway.
I am polio vaccine that
Saves the day.
I am the energy of civil
Rights.
I am the first transcontinental
Flight.
I am the Rosenbergs guilty they
Get the death sentence.
I am Elvis rocking,
You can feel his presence.
I am a disc-jockey who terms
The word rock n roll.
I am NASA created, can we get
A drum roll.
I am the baby-boom era at
It's peak.
I am Rosa Parks not giving up
Her seat.
I am the first episode of leave
It to beaver.
I am the TV remote control
Receiver.
I am the first passenger jet
Airline.
I am Winston Churchill when
He resigns.
I am Barbie and the hula
Hoop.
I am DNA discovered the
Double-helix loop.
I am the first credit card
And solar-cell.
I am super-glue and the
Birth-control pill.
I am the new rhythm
And blues.
I am Elvis in Blue suede
Shoes.
I am a fender electric
Guitar on scene.
I am Chuck Berry and
Maybellene.
Turbo1904
Long interminable hours...
of darkness doth not compute
alternately titled:
The descent of dusk affects grapefruit
size or two (approximated
as clenched fisted) cerebral
specifically type of nervous tissue,
which made up of cells
called neurons and glial cells,
the brain a complex organ
that contains billions
of neurons and glial cells,
which work together
to process information,
control bodily functions,
and supports cognitive abilities
and priceless precious part of body
more precious than most any loot
far more powerful
than any "intelligent machine"
(take that artificial intelligence buffs)
with the ways and means to reboot
tightly integrated and neatly linkedin
snug as a bug in a rug donning a zootsuit.
The outer limits of the twilight zone
yields descent of dark shadows,
where the edge of night bleeds
and encompasses an infinite swath.
Circadian rhythm plays wickety wack
courtesy the suprachiasmatic nucleus (SCN)
analogous to a disc jockey playing a track
which just so happens to be
top of the billboard chart
band named Quack,
a host of indigenous Africans
as a gentle jab to KISS
paint their faces nonblack,
and the lead singer with a knack
to bring down the house,
which venue located in "Hackensack"
primarily refers to a city in New Jersey,
but the name's meaning comes
from an Algonquian (Lenape) word
meaning "mouth of a river,"
or possibly "stony ground" or "stream
that unites with another on low ground,"
according to sources like Dictionary.com,
Wikipedia, and Downtown Hackensack,
and interestingly enough the name given
by the Achkinckeshacky tribe,
also known as the Hackensacks,
who lived in the area
manifold times larger than the ENIAC
ENIAC - the acronym for
Electronic Numerical Integrator
And Computer refers
to one of the first electronic,
general-purpose digital computers,
developed for the U.S. Army
during World War II and built
to calculate artillery firing tables,
but completed after the war ended,
with its first task being
hydrogen bomb calculations
the brainchild of more than one brainiac.
The staccato stammering of bass guitars
punctuated the flash of strobe lights.
Limitless vistas of black and gray;
smothering the crowd in ghoulish poses.
Framed, as if frozen, in a glow of acid white.
Some stagger, their movements mimicking,
the rigors of death or birth?
Others jerk puppet like
upon invisible, randomly clipped, strings.
And, as the music grinds to a halt,
driven by the apocalyptic pace of the Disc Jockey,
and the hard scratching sound of synthesizers;
the charmed, trance dancers disperse;
swallowed whole by the shadows.
*St. Vitus's dance was a social phenomenon
that occurred primarily in mainland Europe
between the 14th and 18th centuries;
it involved groups of people, sometimes thousands at a time,
who danced uncontrollably and bizarrely.
Men, women, and children would dance
through the streets of towns or cities,
sometimes foaming at the mouth
until they collapsed from fatigue....and the beat goes on....
The Aussie Squatter
Arnold's an old Aussie squatter
Nowadays he just likes to potter
a vegie garden of corn
he's never forlorn
He's happy when the weather is hotter
The Delicate Art
I once met Martha McPherson
Hard to find a much nicer person
has the delicate art
to suppress a long noisy fart
Never involved in nasty coercion
Man with a Stutter
Max is a man with a stutter
Plays golf much skill as a putter
eighteen holes he's the gun
many tournaments won
His breakfast hot toast spread with much butter
The Lady with schmaltz
Jacqui's a lady with schmaltz
Decided she'd learn how to waltz
slipped on some glass
fell flat on her ass
For many years her teeth have been false
His Funky White Cocky
Billy, he's a local disc jockey
owns a bird, a tattooed and funky white cocky
sometimes it will rise
most times it just lies
Well endowed he used to play hockey
Decorates the Spot with a Freesia
This young woman who's called Alouisa
For many years she's suffered alopecia
no hair down below
nothing will grow !!!!
Decorates that spot with a freesia
She Had to Leave the Party
And there's Sara Paulina McClarty
She always so bloated and farty
it followed perchance
a small squirt in her pants
She had to rush home from a party
footnote: alopecia means hair loss
There was no better disc jockey than J. J. Wilson.
In the Big Apple, he was considered number one.
Over the radio waves, his listeners called him the best.
His agent gets him a new job out west.
What radio station starts broadcasting at the midnight hour
with only five thousand watts of power?
Here was J. J. in an odd place so dark and cold.
His surroundings were a small building with equipment quite old.
His agent named Sid had Emily for a wife.
A short time before, Emily took her own life.
Any involvement in her death J. J. would deny.
Out fishing with another friend was the disc jockey’s alibi.
The broadcasting was planned with no deviation.
Mr. Wilson had to play certain records at the station.
The sounds were the callings of the evil masters by name.
They congregated to sacrifice their victim in a crucible’s flame.
J. J. saw some framed images on the wall.
What he noticed was something that would appall.
The pictures were disc jockeys who worked at the station.
Each one was employed for only one night’s duration.
J. J. Wilson soon joined this deceased group of elite.
Satan took Mr. Wilson’s soul as he went down to defeat.
Based on the Night Gallery episode “The Flip Side of Satan”.
My resolutions have been so great, so terrific, and terribly nice.
I have liked them down to my toes, the first was to be a cop of vice.
I wanted a fire truck, and clang the bell, and drive myself to the Y
Where I would swim sixteen miles a day, and end up incredibly fly.
The cops would not take me as I was one month and six days too old.
So I applied to be a Disc Jockey, so brassy, and cute and bold.
They had advertised for an enthusiastic, talker, and a go-getter,
This resolution now off my list, because I could not get a sitter.
I resolved to see my best friends once a week for coffee and a snack.
But out of the six I called and texted, only one called back.
She said, my resolution is to stay home and eat healthy this year.
A veggie meal which I had to invite myself to was my greatest fear.
I would stop spending excessive money, stay away from the mall.
I disposed of this resolution as my only hobby is shopping after all
As my friend, I must let you know, in case it is not decidedly clear
This year's resolutions are the exact same ones I had last year.
I had a long, peaceful sleep last night,
didn't attempt to take a single bite;
hurriedly, I descend the steepest stairs...
to greet the coolest friend with braids!
It's wonderful to say, " Good morning!"
to anyone you happen to meet along
the busy street or avenue,
or whoever you bump into;
it's the grooviest greeting,
that can be so pleasing!
I've gotten back from work and taken off my black leather boots,
so glad I made home safely listening to some sweet tunes;
surely Delilah can pick the right song for the loneliest lover,
her radio show is flooded with requests from fans near and far!
" Good morning " are the nicest words that can make somebody's day less moody;
say them aloud with the sweetness and thrill of your favorite disc jockey,
who over the radio station waves kindly asks who is calling...
then shouldn't you hum that delightful song while you're walking?
And as you rush to your destination, shout with joy the grooviest greeting
that people are anxious to hear by starting their day with your, " Good morning! "