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(a hallowe’en romp)
baby’s looking funny since she died
got me feeling like suicide
baby I can’t wait until you speak
thru that rip in your cheek

C’mon baby, dare to be mine
You went and ate me out of my mind
you’re no valentine, you Hallowe’en queen
now give me back my liver and spleen,

oh, oh, oh,

give ‘em back, give ‘em back to me,
no more post amorous history
zombie love all gone wrong, give’ em back,
or I’ll get you with my heart attack

people say you’re a pretty ghoul
they say they like the way you drool
it’s alright I’ll just lock the door
cause once I’m gone
they won’t see you no more

baby likes the look  of human being
and you’re the best she’s ever seen
how about this Hallowe’en
you bring the meat

she provides the scream

it’s apparent to me this mutual misery
there’s no need to talk, we’re beyond all that
just one last attack, I’ll take my heart back

oh, oh, oh
oh

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gonna take my easy chair down by the river
stars wheel through the night
down by the water where stars multiply
rock me away from here in my easy chair
gonna rock my way through the night

‘cause the one I love is so close, but so far
the river is cold and deep and wide
and the one I love — she’s on the other side
so I’ll be here, near her all night long
rockin’ away my cares, sittin’ in my easy chair

you got me going with that thing you do
there ain’t nothing I wouldn’t do
you say I’ve been democratically selected
I tell you I don’t need Viagra to get elected

I’ll be your fence post when you need to fence
I’ll be your shotgun for self defence
I’ll put the sugar in your soda pop
Oh please baby don’t you ever stop

I need you like my car needs the road but
the cops would give me a ticket for overload
you got me going like a house on fire
you make me whole, I’m a real live wire

you got me tingling from my head to my toes
oh tell me Mama there’s more beneath those clothes

ain’t superstitious
black cat never crossed my path
don’t walk under ladders
throw salt over my shoulder
got a four leaf clover
no mirrors broken
seven years past

I gotta get some luck
I don’t care how much I pay
I need it before yesterday
I’ll do anything to get it any way
I gotta get some luck

I need to change my mind
need things to rewind
can’t see but I’m not blind
I can’t be right all the time
I gotta get some luck

I need to rearrange
move this to another stage
your mouth keeps moving,
can’t hear what you say
you keep turning the page
but the words are still the same

I ain’t superstitious
black cat never crossed my path
but I gotta get some luck
don’t care how much I pay
any how any way
I need it by yesterday
I gotta get some luck

the blues flattened my fedora into a beret
stole my zippy-de-doo-die-ay
gave me a saxophone,
told me, “blow it kid, you can never go home.”
I keep snapping my fingers to invisible sounds
and I squeak confused the squares to confound –
it’s times like these I do believe —
the Blues have got me Beat.

my Shakespeare reads like Kerouac
I bought a ticket to Paris though you never can go back
I tore a Brooks Brothers suit to hang it on my door
and there’s two guys lying on my living room floor
arguing whether a white man can sing the blues –
or is it all just some 20th century repeat
& that’s when you know –
the Blues have got you Beat

I sold my home and bought a club
where I sell espresso and absinthe
my girlfriend was born in leotards
and they’ve never been rinsed – since.
I’ve shaved my head, grown a goatee,
I’m starting to talk phonetically
this phone call’s coming to you from me
‘cuz brother – I must insist,
Oh sister, don’t resist
‘cuz in case you just missed
the ineffable fact I lay before you Jack
then I must repeat
the Blues,
the Blues,
I believe the Blues
— have got me Beat.

<this ends my 8th book — tomorrow — #9 — Autumn>

love life
what the Bible said
love life
is what I read
I should love life
is what her note said

just a phantom
just a dream
county fair afternoon
looking for ice cream
cotton candy on my mind
salt and vinegar
is all I find

a simple message
I could not deny
so I ask you as I cry
Why oh Why
must I — love life?

love life
it’s like some kind of sin
love life
look at the mess I’m in
don’t get me a doctor
I’m OK
get me a horse doctor
‘cause I’m shitting hay
get me someone in real estate
I got nowhere to stay
get me a pharmacist
I can’t stand the pain

someone take pity
and please explain
when you strip it all away
when nothing remains
Why oh Why
must I be in this moment
where love cleaves to the knife?

and you tell me I gotta
get me some — love life
get it on the run — love life
hotter than the sun — love life
I gotta find some — love life

I got a gal
whose 6 foot three
when we make love
she looks down at me

she says

“do you wanna do it?
(do you wanna do it?)
course you wanna do it!
(course you wanna do it!)
if you’re gonna do it
then you’re gonna wanna
do it with me

I got a pal his gal’s
the neighbourhood cop
every time they do it
she keeps hollering “Stop!”

he says

“do you wanna do it?
(do you wanna do it?)
course you wanna do it!
(course you wanna do it!)
if you’re gonna do it
then you’re gonna wanna
do it with me

I know a girl
she’s awful kind
but her boyfriend’s black and blue
cause she goes out of her mind

she grabs him and says

“do you wanna do it?
(do you wanna do it?)
course you wanna do it!
(course you wanna do it!)
if you’re gonna do it
then you’re gonna wanna
do it with me

my gal told her doctor
I’m over the hill
she said don’t worry honey
just slip him this pill

and

Now we’re gonna do it!
(Now we’re gonna do it!)
‘Cause we wanna do it!!
(‘Cause we wanna do it!!)

cause if you’re gonna do it
then you’re gonna wanna
do it with me

(for Joanna Kidd Hart, whose nickname was “Wanna”—for all of
the right reasons)

I got the sad blues
saddest blues you ever heard
wake up sad every day
going to be sad tomorrow
feeling glad I can’t beg steal or borrow
only thing I got going is sad

day I was born I was sad
made my momma cry
I kept crying
from that day forward
going to be sad
until I die

got dirt in my mouth
my soul heading South
heading North my heart
I’m not from around these parts

I got ache in my memories
every day feels like a month
scars of stories are all that remain
some days I don’t even feel the pain

I got the sad blues
saddest blues you ever heard
I can’t beg steal or borrow glad
only thing I got going is sad

sunset cloud skates chromatic
spring fever officially begun
drum thrum
singers chant
chorus melodium
fingers stray upon the keyboard
slip ‘twixt black and white

where has my piano gone?
my playing is outta sight
slipped the keyboard
slipped the string
never mind, each hand stomps
lid closed, still, I sing

march of keys
march of time
something ahead
something behind
can’t you hear hammers cry
can’t you hear woodwinds sigh
strings a sing, tympa-knee-oh-me-oh-mah
what is that sound?
just me crying

where is my piano?
— gone baby gone —
where are my keys
— chain gang digging gone —
I’m ruffing without riffing
— what’s the news, that’s the news —
I need my strings
— ask the sun, tell the moon —
hear them ring,
little hammers pound pong pang ping
I just gotta, I just hafta, I just wanna sing

hands brush ivory with simple caress
Lift that Load!
Lift that Load!
admire the harp – hold the lid
heave hard, Ho!
kick aside the dolly
set it on the skid
by the numbers,
on one — Hard!
Hold The Lid!

Sound of tumbling
pennies and marbles my sons dropped in
silent strings sing
hammered by lesser things
keep them singing while I’m humbling
little song set spinning
one end marks another beginning

twirl that box of sound
set it on its end
music is universal ground
gravity won’t make it bend
start at the beginning
get those sevenths in a circle
rack up the minors
break ‘em eight to the bar
make the blues purple
pile those harmonies
on the trailer behind the car
rock the casbah
rush the stage
they’ve taken my piano
feels like nothing
like nothing remains

steel a piece of my heart
iron wood ebony ivory
I want to play endlessly
my piano’s gone missing
seems all that remains
feels like pain
like I’m standing still

lift that load gently
take care how you set her down
hold her reverentially, boys
she’s got a heavenly sound
kick aside the dolly
set her on the skid
all on one, Ho!
hold the lid!

you got me going with that thing you do
there ain’t nothing I wouldn’t do
you say I’ve been democratically selected
I tell you I don’t need Viagra to get elected

I’ll be your fence post when you need to fence
I’ll be your shotgun for self defence
I’ll put the sugar in your soda pop
Oh please baby don’t you ever stop

I need you like my car needs the road but
the cops would give me a ticket for overload
you got me going like a house on fire
you make me whole, I’m a real live wire

you got me tingling from my head to my toes
oh tell me Mama there’s more beneath those clothes

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