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Prolonged Life

I wanna live to a hundred-and-three
A minor footnote in history
Oh yeah

I wanna live to a hundred-and-six
They’ll bury my bones among the sticks
Oh yeah

I wanna live to a hundred-and-nine
My blood just like fermented wine
Oh yeah

I wanna live to a hundred-and-twelve
Baby I’ll never kill myself
Oh no

I wanna live to a hundred-fifteen
Ride in some futuristic limousine
Oh yeah

I wanna live to a hundred-and-twenty
Food for flowers in the Land of Plenty
Oh yeah

I wanna live to one-twenty-five
All you gotta do is survive
Oh yeah

Copyright © Keith Dovoric | Year Posted 2017



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I Grew Up on YouTube

It's a feeding frenzy
But there are no sharks, Bess 
It's a moonlight sonata 
In total darkness 

It's a parallel region 
Brought to breach by a browser
It's a swollen moment 
With your miniature schnauzer 

I grew up on YouTube 
You can watch it unfold
The stages of childhood 
Caught in a scroll 

When you're doin your homework,
Don't believe the hype
Leave all the planning
To the God in the Skype 

There's no such disorder 
As the kind in your soul
I wished I had met you
Further up in the scroll

But I grew up on YouTube 
It charted my path
I've had more engagements 
Than the Wife of Bath

Copyright © Keith Dovoric | Year Posted 2017

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Last of a Dying Breed

(for M.T.) 

Some days you wake up
You look in the mirror
You’re afraid of the fire
Afraid of the furor
Your heart skips gaily 
Over each error
Like the bumps that curb your speed

You’re waiting for Friday
Waiting for June
That plan ‘round the corner
That golden moon
Cracks in the leather and grease on your spoon –
You’re the last of a dying breed

I used to know what
To say to my friends
Dusting off jokes
Or making amends
What do we care
which language offends?
The garden should welcome its weeds

But they’re retiring jerseys 
And burning books
TV won’t age you
If you hold on to your looks
You’re a man called Horse
Swinging from their hooks
Yes, the last of a dying breed

Isn’t it strange?
We were here just a short while ago
The petals of sweet innocence
Immune to the wind

Isn’t it strange?
You forget everything that you know
And the altar of experience 
Demands a list of your sins

Time’s a tilted table
Time’s a thrown fight
Time would have you go gentle
Off into the night
But time don’t bear in mind
Your deep appetite
And the force on which you feed

In the Army of Stagnancy,
It’s “don’t ask, don’t tell”
Just think of those ladies
at the poisoned well
And greet the humid weather
And bid fond farewell
To the last of a dying breed.

Copyright © Keith Dovoric | Year Posted 2017

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Must Be Winter

Waking up on winter mornings – the birth spasm reenacted
Time to head out in a world of pain and cold
Have to harness up the troika, don my bashlyk hood and jacket
And see my shadowy comrades all now stark and old

A scumbag in a salt truck, all snow chains and attitude
Comes plowing through the fast lane in a blitz
As the man in his Corolla, a little bald patch of gratitude,
Moves over giving thanks he still exists

Must be winter
Must be wintertime again
Must be winter
Must be wintertime again

The shivering commuters on the avenues of frost –
On this great and cramped peninsula, no fear
And when those storms rage in from the west,
they trumpet, “All for the best”
while shaking like suspects in front of a two-way mirror

My lover is at my bedside, kneeling in our warm cathedral
Maybe today we won’t have to go out of doors
But if I send her out in the snow,
should she come back hard and frozen,
May I long for her summery flesh forevermore

So I’m going home for Christmas,
to my little makeshift suite
by the pawnshop on the corner of 85th,
And I’m gonna be warm tonight with my hopeless appetite
And cozy thoughts of another season of bliss

Must be winter
Must be wintertime again
Must be winter
Must be wintertime again

2013, 2016

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Senile Party

(or, "Your Old Stomping Ground")

There’s a secretary that I know
whose husband recently died
But life somehow continues as before
She has to keep replicating the myth
that everything’s all right –
A savant of the copy machines
A mannequin in a megastore

There’s a child that I know
who goes to school with bruises
Just a shell of a thing bearing signs
of a nightly artillery attack
When did we start sending
our kids to the frontlines,
And when in the name of Christ
are we calling them back?

You just pretend
Things aren’t crazy
The bandleader’s not deaf
And the King is not a clown
So you defend
The last vestiges of confidence
And stick your flag in the last square
Of your old stomping ground

There’s a family that I know
they only speak in whispers
Afraid to raise their voices
for fear of an alcoholic’s rage
I wonder how they’ll fare
twenty years from now:
Will they ever rise up from their manacles
or their transparent cage?

And there’s a young man that I know
Has his whole life ahead of him
Still stuck on the diving board
over a pool of unemployment
Just wait a while, just wade awhile
Cling to your inflated promises
While you’re stuck in this limbo, might as well
Drown in your enjoyments

You just pretend

It’s getting late now
And the party’s letting out
The stragglers and the drunkards head
for another port of call.
Yet suspect the hosts, the powers that be,
in their senility, misplaced our keys
So we derelicts wander directionless
Like half-ghosts bumping into walls

But we just pretend…

Copyright © Keith Dovoric | Year Posted 2017



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Tyrant Blues

You ruled your home like a tyrant
Everyone was afraid
That you'd come home one day and take
The coins out of their arcade

You ruled your home like a tyrant
You made everybody cry
On her wedding day your daughter left
Without looking you in the eye

You ruled your home like a tyrant
Kept chains on all the wheels
I once watched your son crawl down the road
To see how concrete feels

You ruled your home like a tyrant
With your torch and your masonry nails
Family nights were just an excuse
To pass notes saying "Get out of jail"

You ruled your home like a tyrant
That's no way to treat a spouse
Even I would hold my breath
Whenever setting foot in that house 

You ruled your home like a tyrant
Dead parakeets everywhere
On hot days we could catch the smell
Of burning animal hair 

You ruled your home like a tyrant 
I hope you proved your point
There's no one determined
As a broad-faced German 
with his nose so out of joint.

Copyright © Keith Dovoric | Year Posted 2017

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Public Display of Affection

Public affection –
Where did it go?
There’s an infection
Nobody knows

Loving in secret
Guilt meter’s on
Telescreen watching
Privacy gone

They’re lockin’ you up
For a public display of affection

The children are snitches
The homeless are spies
Watch in the subway
Their schizoid eyes

They’re puttin’ you down
For a public display of affection
They’re sellin’ you out
For a public display of affection

Sex in a strange room
Along a brass pole
The dancers are working
Shoveling bullshit like coal

Warmth was a legend
Your passions are woes 
The fate of the last friend
Nobody knows 

They’re pullin’ your plug
For a public display of affection
They’re punching your ticket
For a public display of affection
They’re cuttin’ your battery
For a public display of affection
They’re snapping your cord 
For a public display of affection 


(2017)

Copyright © Keith Dovoric | Year Posted 2018

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Krakatoa

Life is an uphill battle
No credit only blame
You play the cards they hand you
But there’s no meaning to the game
The rock rolls down upon you
And you try and you try again
As you justify existence
To live in the world of men

Oh, Krakatoa
Raining down on me
Oh, Krakatoa

You size up situations
Dig your trenches and hunker in
Wear your machine gun bullet halo
As if you had a chance to win
But in the country of your spirit,
You’re awaiting deportation 
Still, your wet eyes greet the morning light
In stagnant celebration 

The anvil of your calling 
Keeps pressing for response
As the blacksmith strikes the molten mash
Amid your veil of sparks
And it seems like you’ve been bent this way
For a hundred-thousand years
With the peoples of antiquity
Who learned to explain their fears –

Oh, Krakatoa
Raining down on me
Oh, Krakatoa

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The Pixelated Heart

We think we have a picture
But that’s not how it goes
Give ‘em one little piece of the puzzle,
And everybody thinks he knows
Despite chronic indecision
And a shellshock-life apart,
We try to glimpse the pixelated heart

Amid televised reactions
And disparate campaigns,
We memorize the slogans
And emulate the strains
Behind a force-field of assurance
That the race will sometime start –
The way it goes with the pixelated heart

One tile in the mosaic
Is all we really get
But go bother the artist
And ask him if the paint’s still wet
Let him strike you with his easel
And run you down with his cart
For poking around in the pixelated heart

You pretend you’ve got the answers
I pretend I know them, too
On my crutch of self-importance,
I can recite a thing or two
I can see most of the landscape 
Until the pregnant missiles dart
Straight into the pixelated heart.

Copyright © Keith Dovoric | Year Posted 2017

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Love Will Bridge the Gap

Love will keep me going
Love will keep me sane
Love will do whatever it can do
For a tortured brain
Love will up the ante
Love will bridge the gap
Love will take responsibility –
Love will take the rap 

If I ever wronged you, 
Well you know I did not mean it
If I’ve hid a secret from you,
I probably haven’t seen it

Our lives can look like prisons
With the jailors and the keys
Love will break these shackles
And send me to my knees

Love will keep me going
Love will keep me sane
Love will do whatever it can
To ease a tortured brain
Love will up the ante
Love will bridge the gap
Love will take responsibility –
Love will take the rap 

In the eyes of strangers,
We claw and we fight to survive
Worrying about the outcome
Too busy to feel alive

How do we keep on floating
If not for that raft called love?
It’s like a solemn, holy messenger
On a mission from above

Love will keep us going
Love will keep us sane
Love will do whatever it can to
Rescue a tortured brain
Love will up the ante
Love will bridge the gap
Love will take responsibility – 
Love will take the rap

Copyright © Keith Dovoric | Year Posted 2017

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