How distant do you feel from our ideal life,
and how hard are you willing to go, to get there?
You’ve got to pull a big swing sometimes, to get there, you know?
You’ll flourish in the aftermath.
What I’m carrying is joy.
Notes for an American student in Paris..
Be less intense
tone it down
pullback.
Enough scrappiness, hustle,
and intensity on repeat.
Sure, honesty is sanity,
but give them a better version
some ‘church girl’ energy, maybe.
Win ‘em with winsome
Don’t welcome them, immediately, into your tense, inner world.
.
.
Songs for this:
Oh Honey! (I Love You) by Peach Tree Rascals
Nothing Breaks Like a Heart (feat. Miley Cyrus) by Mark Ronson
Tear Off Your Own Head (It's A Doll Revolution) by The Bangles
Categories:
ronson, america, humor, image, paris,
Form: Free verse
A Yellow silk scarf
He bought a yellow silk scarf at a second-hand shop
In Cheshire, the type actors were, when meeting for
A drinks party; the mirror told me he wore the scarf
With seedy elegance, which normally comes to those
Who has no self-awareness, better still, ignores what
Other people think.
In Ashdod, someone broke into his cabin, the thief
Stole his Ronson lighter, he could overlook that
But his yellow silk scarf went unforgiven forever
Categories:
ronson, absence, abuse, addiction,
Form: ABC
Intermezzo
I was in Huelva in 1958, a poverty-struck town in Spain
there were Tivoli carrousels and all that
I met a beautiful gipsy girl barefoot in the dust.
We laughed a lot; I don’t know why and she kissed me
passionately in the park.
Her father came, he was grim, she cried, to mollify him
I gave my Ronson gas lighter, no one else on the ship
had a lighter like this.
The father was pleased but walked off with his daughter
and my lighter
That’s ok 40 years later, I stopped smoking
Categories:
ronson, blessing, books, break up,
Form: Sonnet
Mild obscurity
At the local supermarket, a woman not a day over seventy-five
asked me where she could find unsalted butter spoke
with an American accent.
What do I know, perhaps, she was related to the Kennedys?
By the butter- shelf we stood, there was a spark between us
like the Ronson-lighter I once bought in Liverpool, a heavy
lighter, I always knew in which pocket it was; now that smoking
is a sin the lighter ended up in the garage, only to be used
in extreme perseverance,
I had seen her before, in Trieste in 1962 she was a spy for the CIA
Smoked posh Monte Carlo cigarettes through a long holder
while drinking creme de menthe.
My wife stirred; leg cramps switched on the bedside lamp
and I was brought back to reality.
Categories:
ronson, best friend, courage, devotion,
Form: Sonnet
One of my Favourite Albums
One of my favourite albums and I’m sure it’s not just me,
Is Hunky Dory by David Bowie,
Because no other album sounds the same,
Except for Ziggy Stardust but not Aladdin Sane,
Nothing sounds better than Bowies guitars,
I know it would be nothing without the Spiders from Mars,
Mick Ronson does it a wonderful job,
And many people say he looked a heart throb,
Trevor Bolder and his awesome chops must have helped it sell in the shops,
And who can forget Woody, drums was his game,
Problem is, no one remembers his name,
I’m just a big fan of Hunky Dory,
And the amazing artist that was David Bowie.
Categories:
ronson, art, celebrity, fun, music,
Form: Rhyme
Suzy Ronson was a window cleaner
even stories high she was a leaner.
She reached much too far
lost grip on the bar.
Not a person around has since seen her.
Categories:
ronson, hurt,
Form: Limerick
and I can't stomach the smell of roasting pork no more,
"my buddies were cooked,just like that ", he said...
Frankie, Jes and Johosephat 20,19,24
and he told me that they climbed down into the
blackened whale...and it seemed that fools (or generals)
had made the design, and when inside a shaft of pain
shone thru the driver's port, like a circling bat,
Frankie, Jes, Johosephat 20, 19 ,24
so now if I see a Sherman tank memorial (they're all over)
I remember the "Ronson" which took them for a ride,
Frankie, Jes,Johosephat 20,19,24
Categories:
ronson, death, war, , memorial,
Form: Free verse
A Love Story 2
Huelva and the Golf of Cadiz and it was August and in the town
there were laud music and rockets in the air. I had met a gypsy girl
she wore a white blouse and a red long skirt she wore no shoes
her feet brown and dusty. Back then I smoked cigarettes- chesterfield-
they were supposed to be upmarket compared to Camel cigarettes;
even then I wanted to be different, a cook who could read
She admired my Ronson lighter it was expensive and no one on
the ship had a lighter that classy.
She clicked the lighter a few times how she coveted it, but I was
surprised when she suddenly ran away. I thought she ran for fun,
she would come back: she didn´t. Later I saw her she was with two
gypsy boys and I dared not say anything. I walked back on board,
borrowed a box of matches sat in my cabin smoking and dreaming
of her beautiful eyes.
Categories:
ronson, beautiful, cute love, first
Form: Sonnet