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Joanne’s first husband treated her like a queen.
He was handy with a toolbox, and built her a fabulous salon.
I was in high school when she asked for a Cinderella stairway.
So the girls who were trying on gowns could walk down the stairs.
Making a Cinderella entrance, showing off for the old ladies.
The gowns she sold reeked of sequins, feathers, lace, pearls.
I remember how excited she was when he finished the stairway.
All of the seventeen and eighteen year old girls in town ran to see it.
We had to try on dresses and walk down those stairs many Saturdays.
Joanne was lured away from her husband by a snake of a guy.
None of us knew what he had but he whisked her off.
She divorced the carpenter, and married the narcissist.
He tried to keep her to himself, but couldn’t.
She finally disappeared; never to be seen again.
We all figured it was his way of keeping her to himself.
Her son was fifteen at the time, and was locked out of the house.
“I never liked that kid!” the narcissist was heard to say.
We all wished she had stayed with the carpenter.
Under your twisted lips, runs a wooden tongue called time, you have drained the city of all that is divine,and your tongue is rolling over into your head as if you are getting ready to expose the dead. You went on a shooting spree, committing murder in the first degree, mashing up sauce and pans while you infiltrate the substance all over the land.
You bear the mark of the Antichrist in your stomach and the beast curled up in your back side while the guitar is strumming silently in your head as if music is your only gift and sardines, are your only dish.
Retrace your steps and look in the hole and you will see how far the tunnel has gone into the river bed and what about the clock above the wall? It’s time for you to get out of bed and take a long cold shower.
Your wildest dream is buried in your heart and it has been with you from the very start, walk up the road and turn around the bend and you will see the lion occupied its den, you can tame it from outside but don’t make the mistake and go inside, your wildest dream is full of pride.
The morning is looking for you and the afternoon has its wing all over you, the evening and nights are filled with delight but the dragons are active after midnight but the firefly will lead you into the light.
I have seen you wailing on that road with Illusion covering your face and reality leading you to a woeful embrace. The train is speeding and you must recuse yourself from the track before you get hit in your back.
Setting up late at nights to roll the infamous dice has set off a new course of action with marinated duck clucking in the oven and sauté beef frozen on ice watching the curry chicken dancing on top of the plate.
They set up all night waiting for you to try on a brand-new pair of shoes; I don’t think it will fit because deception is stuff in its sole. It’s too small for your feet and I can feel the Cinderella heartbeat spreading the heat.
This is more than fifteen-year-old inquiry of a man and a woman on a reckless and deceptive journey and the schemes that they use to obtain the price came at a horrendous sacrifice both man and woman fell into the ditch leaving a painful bridge behind and we finally got them off the pitch.
THE LITTLE GOTHIC SHOP
Down in the village
In the center square
Lies a little Gothic Shop
People hardly know it’s there
Lanterns swing outside the door
A bell rings as you enter in
You are greeted by the owners smile
More like a cheeky grin
Yes, my dear the woman says
Holding out her hand
Covering each and every finger
With a silver band
Her rings are all unusual
None are very small
One has a little Lion on
She bought it from a market stall
As you look around the shop
At all its wondrous stock
Imagination runs away with you
Just like, you have had a shock
There’s Dragons, Wizards and the like
And Incense burning, it smells so right
Witches by the score abound
To some it could be quite a fright
The Dresses hanging in the alcove
Take your breath away
Majestic colors, Red Blues and Greens
In styles that look so gay
Fancy boots, some short some long
With laces by the score
There is even a Highwayman’s cloak
Hanging behind the door
On a shelf there’s giant’s castles
Where Wizards ply their trade
Along with their Frogs and Toads
It’s where the magic spells are made
All the unusual Jewellery and Ornaments
Are put out on display
For you to try on and look at
In the hope that you will pay
To take some of it away with you
A dress to wear, a fancy ring
Something that takes your eye
It could be anything
Well my dears the woman says
What can I sell you today?
Can’t let you in and out again
Without you have to pay
Her Earrings hang loosely down
Dangling from her ears
Dressed from head to foot in black
A true Goth through and through the years
Can you love me like you do again?
I am gonna leave vengeance to God
Because enemies strike me down
I just sit there and I hopelessly nod
I’ll give you the crown and the spotlight…
I will just wear a smiling mask in this Masquerade Party
I quietly say with gritted teeth:
God’s Kingdom Come…
Anger and resentment were my neighbors
Envy and darkness were my cuddle buddies
I’m sorry…I’m sorry…
But, at the same time, I’m not
Why is it when I do something wrong,
It feels right like a lovebird’s song?
I lost my temper
Because I have trust issues
My future’s a mighty blur
What about you try on my shoes?
Try on my shoes
Try on my shoes
Just do it
“Hell no”
Why are you throwing a fit?
I’m fallin’ apart bit by bit
I pray to God that I forgive and forget…although…
Nevermind…it doesn’t matter…
All I did was flatter
You…
I’m sorry, God,
I’ll make it up to You
I promise…
Heaven’s yes – I love Your Word
Though I was drifting away like a lonesome bird,
Caught in the Californian weather – the sunny and chilly put together…
The sun and the wind is a good brew to make me feel so much better
My house is open to my friends, family and fans
I’m as fired-up as the back of billion pans
While the heat was way up…
Hell no – I still love my BF – that’s what’s up…
I was a liar…
and I have desire
that feeds the fire
we all sin from time and time again
Where have you been, Ben?
Ben is my imaginary friend
‘Til the very end
Butterflies flutter their wings
From on high, I wave my “hi” and “goodbye”
Waiting for what Spring brings –
Winter frost melts and I am less shy…
Because You melted away my icy heart
I smile ear to ear
My heart is filled with cheer
Thank you
Thank you
Thank You
Thank You
For everything…
Because I feel better than zero
I’m not nothing
Hell no – I’m no leader or hero
Beyond the curtain – past the pane
There lies a world I thought I knew.
The knowing and belief now being slain
And the chill begins to lay the dew.
Once solid steps seem unsure and faltered now.
The way ahead seems awkward and mistrusted.
A hollow void that grabs and pulls somehow
Is changing life to empty and molested.
There above ride broken clouds upon the newborn day.
The trees – some grass – some leaves and snow.
Everything familiar in Life’s ‘normal’ way
But today, I feel, I just don’t know.
The throbbing throat begins to swell then reality interrupts.
I fight the tears and try on sanity to hold.
But the pleading of a broken soul erupts
To enforce the fact that Life can be so cold.
The face begins to heat as tears begin to swell.
Like Life, they slide the cheeks then disappear.
A weakness stabs the spirit in its shell
Then the certainties of life return with fear.
Just in case tales hold true, at the beginning of each day,
I peel the curtain to send a wish far beyond the pane.
I say ‘Good Morning Chigger’ in a begging ‘hear me’ way.
I am speaking to the ‘maybe’ I might find my friend again.
Through the minutes, hours, - all the days.
Years of bond together – times apart.
The passing of a pet by Life’s uncaring ways
Is when you’ll know how deep it lived - within your heart.
Good Morning Chigger January 2025
Tulip Larry was being groomed for the role of fairy.
He required a lot of assistance,
Since the form letter discovered his existence.
Received in the mail during a winter of hail.
Tulip Larry read the instructions that came with the kit.
"Do read before doing.
The instructions are specific!
We hope you are not very hairy,
Since you've chosen to play the role of fairy.
Without further ado,
This is what you must do:
First pluck any extraneous hair,
Until your visage is quite fair.
Next try on the tutu for fit.
Practice bowing at the knee without doing a split.
Finally, Take the gold wings and attach them firmly to your shoulders.
The play will begin at ten after ten.
Please don't arrive after then!"
Tulip Larry spent the day turning into a fairy,
He was instructed to play.
Close to the time he was due to leave,
A knock came at his cabin door.
KNOCK! KNOCK!
He had followed the instructions down to a T.
Could even bow at the knee!
"Why should I let you in?
I might be the best fairy to begin!"
The small voice began to shout,
"The kit was sent to you by mistake,
Now give it up before I am late!"
Tulip Larry softly said, "I'll make you a deal.
I want to know how a fairy will feel.
Let me keep half the kit and we can go as fairy twins."
They agreed to the deal and were a hit.
They kept the outfit looking nice.
Now Tulip Larry had a vice,
Became a star every Friday and Saturday night!
Can a song be so sad it becomes beautiful?
A record listened to with such incessance
Its needle scratches and wobbles
Becomes desperate new notes for the melody?
The song unrecognizable to the listener
Without its own personalized warp
From a thousand roundabout journeys?
Try
Hurrah For The Riff Raff’s Good Time Blues (An Outlaw’s Lament)
Or their Ogallala
Try on Steve Earle’s Last Words
Or St. Vincent’s Smoking Section
All these songs make me turn my head
And cry
When I’m around others
Otherwise if I’m all alone
I stare ahead in stoned silence
No Expectations is another
Mick and Keith say that day in the studio
Was the last time
They ever saw blurry-eyed original Brian Jones
Alive
Bent over his guitar with his steel finger slide
Finding and gliding his long long regrets
Up and down his bent strings
As the boy watched his peace of mind packed up
For the last time
Adding his own final warped words
From a piece of steel to carved hollow wood
His swan song for the Stones
That Keith and Mick thought they wrote
Made his own
Immortal
And beautiful.
I reflect the truth, yet you see a lie
I'm just a humble mirror, I wonder why
I love the shape, of your beautiful face
Why when you look, do you feel such disgrace?
The curve of your breasts, a delightful sight
You see them as misshapen and not quite right
The clothes you try on, somehow trick your mind
When you think you are fat, I think you're quite blind
If I were magic, I'd help you to see
All that is true, when you look into me
Upon reflection, you'd be satisfied
You'd marvel and feel, a measure of pride
For no other women, can compare to you
So uniquely splendid, please see what is true
The sum of your parts, breathtaking and whole
A subtle confidence, bubbling up from your soul
My true pleasure, is witnessing your smile
For you are a woman, with beauty and style
No need to be afraid, when you look into me
Look beyond your fears and see what I see.
We Peer Into the Chasm
By Franklin Price
9/29/2016
We peer into the chasm
It's dank and dark and deep
Could be the start of dreaming
In our longest hour of sleep
Images of life long lived
Most recent of the day
A glimpse into the future
For which we have the most to say
As we peer into the chasm
A pinpoint of light we see
It becomes a little larger
As we face reality
Could be a race to reach the light
There are better things to do
Enjoy ones who are there with us
Try on that other shoe
Don't be in a hurry
Enjoy the race to run
Doors there to open in the sides
Before we reach the sun
For the chasm is a tunnel
And the light is at the end
Run the race with smiling face
And enjoy your life my friend
Love in the springtime
What sweeter thought than this
The first warm days accompanied
By a brand new exciting romance
An old fashioned romance
Like the ones written about in books
In love poems
That lived in the hearts of young people
Before this 'anything goes' society
A gentle caring approach like love used to be
Filled with mystery
With the excitement of that first kiss
That first tender embrace
Nowadays we try on the merchandise before we buy
No mystery, no exciting anticipation
The thrill is gone
Oh for those simple days gone by
When the excitement in our hearts
Was almost too much to bear
That experience has never been matched
Never been equalled in all our succeeding years
Love in the springtime of life
© Jack Ellison 2014