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I see the wolf in the night,
Howling to the moon,
Looking for her mate,
Searching the woods.
In the distance there is movement ,
Thru the brush and she hears the whining.
So she yells a loud piercing howl,
That alerts the pack that she needs help.
The noise in the woods is deafening,
With the urgency that they need to hurry.
The time slows as every second,
Seems like a lifetime then the,
Woods are silent and all that is heard,
Is barely a little whisper of a howl.
It is of a new born wolfling brought into,
The world in the presence of the,
Great moon and a proud and greatful,
Pack in the woods.
And immaculate birth granted,
By the king of wolves.
A miracle of the night will forever,
Go down in Wolf history.
Rainy days and Mondays
the mood reflects red wine.
Midsummer blues that stays,
kindness is the sunshine.
The mood reflects red wine,
Nothing' to do, but frown;
kindness is the sunshine,
don't let the sun go down.
Nothing' to do, but frown,
getting quite romantic
don't let the sun go down
feeling quite fantastic.
Getting quite romantic;
midsummer blues that stays,
feeling quite fantastic,
rainy days and Mondays.
Rainy Days and Mondays by window pane
I stand and gaze; where innocent mind play
to frolic until the sunshine does stay.
Rainy Days and Mondays by window pane;
rain under my feet joyful, must refrain
to walk out in the rain not in its sway.
Rainy Days and Mondays by window pane;
I stand and gaze; where innocent mind play.
2/19/2018
Pantoum & Triolet
We used to have some pride
Before Uncle Sam put it to sleep
The government governed people
Now they are herding sheep
We used to take a stand
Against what we thought was wrong
We used to show the world
That the U.S. could be strong
Now we act like robots
We look the other way
People still believe
In the lies they have to say
They tell us what to eat
They tell us what to drink
They tell us what to say
They tell us what to think
We just bow our heads and accept it
We bury our heads so deep
We keep losing ground on humanity
While they keep herding sheep
It's time to take a stand
For the things we know are right
It will be our own fault
If we go down without a fight
Then we will be human again
And have some pride that we can keep
We can force them to govern people
Instead of herding sheep.
The Crown!!! The Crown!!! The Crown!!!
even the Queen gave me a pass, enchanted by my class
she knows I'm built to last, and her reign has passed.
the crown is on display, I did not come to play
haven't you been told,
the crown never gets old
no time to play around, they come to see the Crown
The Crown!!! The Crown!!! The Crown!!!
you thought it was about you, not about your hat, your dress or your hairdo
to the crown, we will always be true, step back I must come through
I am the talk of the town, with my crown I can never go down
they come from all around, and they come to see the Crown.
The Crown!!! The Crown!!! The Crown!!!
Open your eyes to see, I'm true monarchy
A whole big deal, no wanna be Nations adore me.
Queen in my own right, you see
I will break this all the way down
commoner, they come from all around, and they come to see the Crown.
Leaving 69
wrapped in khaki
alone & cold
waiting on the platform
for the train
to carry him
so far again
he cursed
the coming ball of light
in vain
the airhorn blew
& again he knew
he’d be Fort Lincoln bound
the hollow chill
& a weakening will
upon his tongue the taste
of a bitter goodbye
he thought
what men will do
to prove to you
they’re not afraid to die
but the bullet’s pain
is not the same
as the dull & empty wound
of goodbye
the piercing squeal
of steel on steel
he was Fort Lincoln bound
the train pulled away
his soul like Winter gray
as he thought of all the love
that cried for more
rumbling railroad town
he watched the fleeting town
his mind had come this way before
‘O airhorn blow
to let them know
I am Fort Lincoln bound’
but in silent prayer
he whispered there
‘God turn this train around!’
Exposition Of Meaning
Shoes
and socks;
Black
leather belt;
Discarded
ivory underwear
Man:
standing real.
Mine’s I
I know so many
in love
with
I.
most of my friends
are in love
with
I.
not a social thought
in their mind
just
I.
Just
I
me mine
myself
Christians
loving
I.
Jews
loving
I.
The I’s
have it
covering
their eyes.
The Oracle
Don’t go down to Ja-rooslim!
I heard de Oracle say
Don’t go down to Ja-rooslim!
Dey’s evil dere today!
No don’t go down
To de serpent’s town
Or dey gonna take you away!
Don’t go down to Dallas!
I heard de Oracle declare
Don’t go down to Dallas
Dey’s hatred in de air!
No don’t go down
To dat debbul’s town
Or dey gonna take you away!
Don’t go down to Memphis
I heard de Oracle warn
Don’t go down to Memphis
Dey’s a death mist on de morn!
No don’t go down
To dat hatin town
Or dey gonna take you away!
Stay away from Calla-fornya!
I heard de Oracle scream
Stay away from Calla-fornya
Dey bound to smash your dream!
No don’t go down
To dat dead man’s town
Or dey gonna take you away!
But dey turned deaf ears
To de Oracle’s fear
So dey came
And took dem away.
Wet Tender
Love is the fire
that we can never
keep burning
or
can never get started
in time
to save us all
from freezing to death
E.J. Hudak: ca. 1969
The rubber soles of my sneakers scrape along the sidewalk
as I go down the streets of my small hometown
with only a flashlight and the dim streetlights to illuminate the darkness
I walk my way through piles of scattered dead leaves
jack o' lanterns smile brightly as they sit in window sills
hanging in trees, white sheeted ghosts are stirred by the chilly night wind
paper cut-outs of black cats, witches, and jointed skeletons decorate doors
my vision is distorted by the eye holes of my mask
I can see just enough to find my way to a house
my sneakers thump up the wooden porch steps
with a cold hand I reach out to knock or ring the door bell
I say those three words which earns me my first treat of the evening
no harm done, you will get no tricks or mischief from me
then it is on to the next house and the next welcoming porch light
as Halloween night nears it's end, my bag of treats starts to feel heavy
my feet are tired and sore, yet there are still a few more houses to go....
I hope I can relive these sweet memories someday, with my own children.
Winter, winter is the cold, harsh time,
But for me it’s good and funny all the time!
An amazing pattern on the glass inside;
Snow shines like silver around outside!
Kids have fun outside
And make snowmen there;
They go down the slide
And play at snowballs everywhere!
Adults keep up with the kids
And skate, and ski in the wood;
They play with the kids
And remember their childhood!
In winter our houses are dressed out
When the greatest holiday comes in:
We see the Old Year out
And the New Year in!
In winter all the lovers wait when
Valentine’s Day comes again;
With its coming they can
Declare their feelings again!
That is winter for me,
White, cold and snowy;
Such winter is liked by me;
Different winter isn’t needed by me!
December 17, 2020
There’s some mornings I wake up
I realize I made it all up
The drama, the stage, the curtain
The actors and their scripted burden
And somewhere in the dark theater,
We’re lit by a sudden flashing
And all that history will recover
Are the pistols of assassins
The pistols of assassins
There’s some moments I break free
The constraints of my perspective
On an ocean one cannot see,
One mustn’t try to be too objective
But somewhere beyond the parting waves,
I see a wreck on a heap of sand
Overgrown with tropical flowers
And wouldn’t you know
Wouldn’t you know
Wouldn’t you know
That I recognize that man!
There’s some evenings I go down
To the Bouville Cafe
But I can’t touch my espresso
And the room begins to sway
And somewhere within the din of the throngs,
I come to wonder what is wrong
Then melting away is every facade
And all that lingers is a jukebox song
Called “Nausea”
That’s the echo of a jukebox song
Called “Nausea”
My bf works in Geneva, Switzerland. I go to school in New Haven. We Facetime a lot - but it’s not ideal.
“I wanted to tell you, that it’s been nice.” I told him somberly. “What do you mean?” He asked after a moment.
“Well,” I began, “You know how I like to go down to the harbor and watch the ocean?” “Yeah,” he answered.
“Well, I was down there this evening and the sun plunged into the sea and it got dark. I think we’re all going to die.”
“Anais, you’re on the east coast,” he reported. “That’s true,” I confirmed (New York’s on the east coast and it’s 60 miles away).
“The sun rises in the east and sets in the west.” He explained. “ocean sunsets only happen on the west coast.”
“Really?’ I said, flabbergasted, “I never noticed that.”
“Yeah,” he reiterated.
“I have a confession,” I admitted, sighing.
“What’s that?” He enquired.
“I made it up, the sun and sea thing,” I admitted.
“For real?” He followed up. “Yeah,” I said. “Why?” he asked.
“Nothing happens, when you’re not here,” I disclosed, “It’s SO dull, I’m dull, I’m afraid of underwhelming you.”
“We’re going to die someday,” he assured me, consolingly.
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songs for this:
I Can’t Remember Love by Anna Hauss
So In Love by k.d. lang
It’s the End of the world as we know it by REM
The end of the world by Skeeter Davis
The words that follow are not so grand
Because of The Streets on our countries land
By day they are light, lived and free
As night fades they change you'll see
Community spirit grows and sprouts
As the evening draws, neighbourhoods ooze doubts
The person you seen hours before
Is not the person you will come to adore
Gangs pimps in a darkened craze
Can't stand the light in a living way
They need the shadows to hide their souls
To capture the innocent in their putrid folds
Prostituted girls, our sisters and nieces
Become use able pieces
Nephews and sons, given guns
Do a deed and become one
The slime that rule, cowards are they
Hire big boys to do their say
Taken in, by dollars and booze
Where once they were someone
What respect they lose
Why should the neighbourhood
Not be able to roam
In daylight or night
After all it's their home
The scum all around
Should disperse and flee
Out of The Streets
Of our towns and cities
If it's ever a road you have to go down
We should have the right to clear our town
Vigilante or law, what ever to be
Its our right
For The Streets to be free
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