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Jack the Jester some people call me
Quite hard living up to at times
But if you keep reading, I'll write some sillies
To help you forget winter's signs
Join the army... visit exotic places
Meet strange people, then kill them
I'd really like to help you out, dear friend
Which way did you come in
They say beauty is in the eye of the beer holder
A truer word was never uttered
It's amazing I can still come up with these gems
My poor brain is really cluttered
To all you virgins out there, thanks for nothing
This one sure gave me a giggle
It's good we have this fancy computer thingy
You'd never decipher my squiggles
You laugh because you think I'm different
I laugh because I just farted
Change is good but dollars are much better
Now do you see what you started
Jack the Jester some people call me
Quite hard living up to at times
But if you keep reading, I'll write some sillies
To help you forget winter's signs
Join the army... visit exotic places
Meet strange people, then kill them
I'd really like to help you out, dear friend
Which way did you come in
They say beauty is in the eye of the beer holder
A truer word was never uttered
It's amazing I can still come up with these gems
My poor brain is really cluttered
To all you virgins out there, thanks for nothing
This one sure gave me a giggle
It's good we have this fancy computer thingy
You'd never decipher my squiggles
You laugh because you think I'm different
I laugh because I just farted
Change is good but dollars are much better
Now do you see what you started
© Jack Ellison 2014
No snow; no ice, no frost, no Santa. No fun.
I see the world’s smallest house ahead of me.
This street is ugly, I am irritated. Where is the sun?
We are going to decorate the tree tonight. Whoopee.
Christmas in a strange town, without family or friends today.
Thanks for nothing folks. I don’t know anyone in this place.
Worse, my favorite grandma is six hundred and eighteen miles away.
I slow down, dragging my backpack in a sloth like pace.
I keep my head down, so people will know better than to greet me.
I do not know anyone in California, and this place is strange and odd.
I do not look up as people pass me, maybe two or three.
Hey! Can you help me? It is a crackled voice, sounds like my Uncle Todd.
I see a man struggling with a little tree, trying to get it into a door of wood.
I am from the Midwest where everyone helps everyone, so I help with it.
When it in place, he gives me a grateful smile that makes me feel good.
Now when I pass this house with this tree, I cannot help but smile a bit.
Stress pulled Me Myself and Irene
went from nice to stubbornly mean
had to change to help me
because nobody was helping me
No respect a joke and clown
treating me without a care
as you expect broke me down
a long long time and everywhere
I went from saying please
to I will hurt you
no time or energy
no concern too
naive and nice
kind for approval
desperate to be liked
easily useable
Make effort show interest
take time to care
looking to help, notice
always be there
Hoping they’d be helpful
slowly felt a fool
needing yet still hopeful
No help at all
Listen to my mind
tell me what you think
haven’t got the time
weakening the link
Where’s the friend like me
lending hand and free
Care they’ve come to see
when in their hour of need
You treated Me Myself and Irene
and I became mean
Note the difference and complain
explain? You drove me insane
You saw the way Hank had to be
well you did that to me
started behaving how I see
thanks for nothing
Thanks for something
Thanks for something.
Thanks for nothing.
Thanks for all those words you said.
Go to bed, you’ve said enough.
You’re all out of luck and I’ve got nothing to say.
Go away! Have a nice day.
Peace be unto me.
Use the force in May, to make them change their mind, maybe.
Little time left for you; time to be crazy.
I’m not listening, no more a slave to ladies.
Use a noun, not a name, hello Baby.
Left all sad at the end of a phone.
Cut the line to the lies…leave me the Hell alone!
I know you better and more than you would like me to believe,
But babe please, don’t be a tease,
Waving your love at me.
If it ain’t real then it ain’t no-thing.
(C)2020 Aa Harvey. All Rights Reserved.
Form:
The Ivory Tusk Carry Me Home
On an island in my mind,
waves of despair roll in and out.
It never ceases.
An albatross plays the piano,
my last song and dance.
It's sad.
Even the filthy rats cry.
I muse,
I develop a rapport
with my pallbearers.
I jest
my clown pursuit of life.
And say.
Carry me to a rat hole,
I really do cry.
I can see the reincarnation
among the rats,
their bitter eyes
matching mine.
Yet it would be
a step up from this life.
If only people knew
like who would really care?
My mind's eye sharp.
Mom and Dad knew
they gave me this apple,
this apple
filled with malignancy.
It grew orchards in my mind.
Contempt.
"You were a mistake
my young child."
They were a mistake,
my fist tightening,
hitting the wall
of wanton
predispositions,
repeatedly.
Their flame,
my ashes.
Their flame,
my ashes,
my pet phrase,
an unleashed dog
barking uncontrollably
in my mind.
It won't be long now,
I shrug.
So do the rats.
The rats will be marching in,
hurrah, hurrah.
Yes, I smile a tear.
Is it the piano man,
or is it an albatross
playing
my funeral hymn?
Tears of sadness in his eyes,
I would like to think.
I write the final days,
to journal,
on this island
in my mind.
My words,
like flares shot
high up in the sky,
summoning,
summoning
for help.
But no one sees.
No one comes to rescues me.
I gather a prayer,
Dear family
thanks for nothing.
I wander
the last few breaths.
I find my bed of albatrosses,
and sink low for the last time
as the music sends me away.
connie pachecho
6/11/17
Note-I was inspired to write this piece after reading the entries to Craig
Cornish's current contest-God Knows Where I Am.
All those times that I was nice,
now you dark me, now you dark me,
All those times I gave advice,
now you dark me, now you dark me,
When no one else sat by your side,
now you dark me, now you dark me,
I always took your flipping side
so what the hell happened to us
What was the point?
You don't care mate,
What was the point?
Wont give me your time,
What was the point?
You're not here mate
What was the point?
You take and decline
What was the point?
In a clear state
What was the point?
don't help me this time
Hearing stories through the grapevine
You trust them and avoid me
When you had no one I was there,
now you dark me, now you dark me,
when I alone showed you true care,
now you dark me, now you dark me,
when you were all alone and scared,
Do you remember? Do you remember?
you needed back up and we'd pair,
Do you remember? Do you remember?
You seem to have forgotten then
now you choose not to see me
When your head was left looking down,
now you dark me, now you dark me,
Lost of spirit I'd turn you around,
now you dark me, now you dark me,
Protect you from abusive mouths,
Do you remember? Do you remember?
All those compliments I'd sound
and now you choose to dark me
Thanks for messing my head right up,
refuse to help and left to rust,
Thanks for messing my head right up,
rip out my heart and leave it crushed,
Thanks for messing my head right up,
friends who take and don't give much,
You really went and hurt me mate,
so what the hell happened to us.
That's what I meant,
when you need me,
That's what I meant,
then you leave me,
Thanks for nothing,
and I mean it,
You mean nothing,
a waste of my time,
Hearing stories, changing your mind,
the worst in your thoughts, now that's just unkind,
Knew me in person, for a long time,
thrown out the window, your memory blind
Forgetting that you know me,
thanks to hear say, thanks to hear say,
When we talked on our only,
all was one way, all was one way,
I wish I'd never met you now,
loved you dearly, loved you dearly,
I guess you never cared for me,
and now I struggle to care for peeps,
I think you broke me, I think you broke me,
no one cared when I was weak,
must be joking, must be joking,
wonder why I hate your guts,
because you take and dont give much