Sweet & Sour Poems

Invisible or so it seems Out waiting your arrival Yeah, a night out with the fellas Shooting pool, drinking beer, saying bullshit The best is when everybody talks about the girls "Oh yeah, I fucked her" "She couldn't resist me" "I was the best fuck she ever had" "She served her purpose so I threw her out" What studs! Or puds? This talk of conquests soon turns to aggravation "I can't believe she dumped me!" "Ungrateful bitch" "Cunt" "I was the best thing that ever happened to her" "She never had it so good" You get the idea The girls invisible to these conversations It would be interesting to see how things would be if they were there "Ungrateful bitch" would become "Sweetheart" and "Cunt" would become "Honey" Who is fooling who? Not even having the ability to speak your mind in front of them Maybe making an impression on the fellas? Perhaps Having f...

The Tenor plays Plays his ass off This delights the crowd The joint was smoking literally as well as musically The Tenor kept going and going Hitting the note with power of feeling Coltrane would have been proud Enter the trombone Playing its slow, sliding notes Sliding from this note to the next The rhythm section keeping it together Low and sliding The notes sliding like butter off a muffin Cheers from the crowd The tingle of the ivories was next Tingling and pleasant His touch on the board was pleasant and inviting One thinks of Bud or Monk Touching his lady with love and affection Touching his woman black and white Then its back in unison The head The Bridge Repetition of the final four bars Finis

blue skies abound looking into the clear flying above the clouds like snow tundras forming their icebergs in the sky 35,000 above looking down the smallness of man specs on the earth the world is truly large lots of places to go and see vast lakes man driving in his car yet another spec God's land above, looking down what have we done? what have we destroyed? green turning brown urban decay caused by neglect not wanting to do lest we forget this is all we got Mother Earth is hurt and crying ignorance of her inhabitants burning when will it stop? looking down from above peaceful on the ground frightful neglect to enlightenment this will stop the pain Mother Earth happy once again

As I sit in this state of peace I feel the touch of existence A touch which is all too often ignored Knowing one's self the greatest of all Many times in this world this seems forgotten Searching for the meaning of all We are all:All are we World spinning, fluctuating, constant motion into a future unknown Like the Earth we all keep moving Trying to find why we do it What are we searching for? Some are in touch, others must keep searching Life is more than numbers more than dollar signs more than fancy cars more than the latest trends more than what Madison Ave. shoves down our throats The corporate beast always watching Making sure that conformity rules the day Making us all bricks in the wall Bring down the wall Bring down the wall