Poetry | JW Winslow

THEY WILL EAT
AND DRINK
AND TOAST
A LADY WHO
TAUGHT THEM
HOW TO FIGHT
FAIR
AND SHOW THAT
YOU CARE
WITHIN A CIRCLE
OF LOYALTY
AND TALENT,
WHAT AMAZING
GIFTS SHE
GAVE,
SO KNOW,
DEAR DOROTHY,
THAT YOU TOO
HAVE THE RED
SLIPPERS THAT
MADE YOU FAMOUS
IN YOUR OWN WAY,
IT WAS MY
PLEASURE TO
SHARE IN THE DELIVERY
OF ROSES TO YOUR
TROUBADOR,
SECRETLY SURPRISING
HIM IN A STRANGE TOWN,
NOTHING LIKE
MONTEREY,
BUT HE IS A MAN
OF THE WORLD NOW,
AND YOU ARE
AN ANGEL,
WATCING US
ALL TODAY
AS WE LIVE IN
THE RHYTHM OF
LOVE AND ADVENTURE,
YOUR LESSON TO
US IS TO BE FAIR
AND DETERMINED,
NEVER GIVE UP
AND MOST OF ALL
GIVE EVERY HUG
POSSIBLE,
WE SMILE
AND SALUTE
THE STORY
THE GLORY
OF YOUR LIFE,
ROCK ON!

©JW WINSLOW 12/1/19

The Vessel

I’D HEARD
ABOUT
THE GREEN
SCREEN,
THE HOTEST
TOPIC
OF THE MOVIE
QUEENS,
THE BEST OF
SCIENCE
IN THE ARTS
AND TELEVISION
AND MOTOR
CARTS,
IT’S SOMETHING
LIKE A MAGIC
TOUCH
BUT PAINTED
ON THE WALL,
OR MAYBE
JUST
A CURTAIN
ROD
HOLDING
THE
GREEN
FABRIC,
SLIDING
AROUND
TO CUT
AND BOUND
AND CHANGE
THE VISUAL
MAGIC,
FOR
ANYTHING
YOU PUT
ON THERE
LANDS
FIRST
FROM THE
CAMERA,
AND ALL
YOU DO
IS SWOON
AND WOO,
IN FAULTY
LITTLE
STAMMERS,
ITS DOESN’T
MATTER
HOW IT COMES
WHAT COUNTS
ARE THE RESULTS,
AND THERE
YOU ARE
A SHINING STAR
AMONGST
THE COOLEST
CULTS,

TODAY I TOOK
THE VESSEL IN,
A SHOT FROM
NEW YORK CITY
TAKEN BY
A MASTERFUL
MAN
WITH TALENT
AND GREAT PITY,
HE SHOOTS
THE POOR,
HE SHOOTS
THE RICH,
HE SHOOTS
THE FANCY
MANHATTEN
BITCH,
AND SLIDES
BEHIND THE
FINE
HIGH LINE
TO CATCH
A SIMPLE
TWITCH,
AND SO
TODAY
I WENT TO
PLAY
AND TRY
OUT MY
NEW SET,
THE TV GEAR
WAS REALLY
CLEAR
AND WE
HAD QUITE
A BET,
WRANGLING
LIGHTS
AND WICKER
CHAIRS,
LAUGHING
AT THE SILLY
STARES
OF PEOPLE
WALKING THROUGH,
FOR TELEVISION
IS JUST
DECISION
CAST FROM LIVING
CAMERAS,
YOU SMILE
YOU TALK
YOU DO
THE WALK,
AND LAUGH
ALONG
THE WAY,
WAITING
FOR THE
GREAT REWARD,
THE CUTTING
SWORD
OF MAGIC,
I FIND MY
LOVE
IN THE
MONITOR
SAYING
BACK TO YOU,
COME AND
WATCH ME
SHINE MY
LIGHT,
FOR AN
HOUR
OR TWO!

©JW WINSLOW 11/1/19

Pop Up Garden

IT CAME AS A SHOCK
WHEN UPON
MY MORNING
WALK
AROUND THE YARD
AND ALL THE FOLIAGE
I FOUND A SIGHT
THAT GAVE ME
SHIVERS,
AND ALL THE
RIVERS OF
ANGRY EMOTION
COMING FROM
THE SLASH
AND BURN
THE SHAMEFUL
RETURN
OF BRANCHES
AND PIECES
OF TREES
AND SHRUBS
STREWN
ASKEW
AMONGST
THE HUBS
AND LOVELY
CORNERS
OF GREEN
AND FLOWERS
MY WONDERFUL
YARD
OF FRAGRANCE
AND BOWERS,
SOMEONE AWFUL
HAD BEEN
CUTTING AND
RUTTING
SCREAMING
FROM THE MOTORIZED
HELL
HE HELD
IN HIS HANDS
AS THE BRANCHES
FELL,
I HEARD THE
COMMOTION
THE DAYS
BEFORE,
AND FOUND IT
AT ONCE
AS A THING
TO DEPLORE,
THE MAN
NEXT DOOR
IS NOT ONLY A BORE,
BUT A CREEPY
DESTROYER
AND ALWAYS
A VOYEUR,
SO APPARENTLY
WHEN WE
WERE ALL
OUT OF SIGHT
HE CUT AND
HE SAWED
INTO THE NIGHT
LEAVING MY
SIDE YARD
IN TERRIBLE
SHAPE,
IT LOOKED LIKE
THE HOME OF
A HUGE MEAN
OLD APE,
BESIDES THE DEBRIS
WHICH HE LEFT
BEHIND
THERE WERE BROKEN
SMALL BRANCHES
AND MOUNDS
OF ALL KINDS

AND NOW YOU
COULD SEE
BEYOND MY
PROPERTY
THE CRAPPY
OLD JUNK
AND TRASHY
FUNK BUCKETS
OF DIRTY OLD STUFF
AND BROKEN
WOOD TUCKETS,
I STOMPED
AND I ROMPED
AND I SCREAMED
BLOODY MURDER,
BEFORE THE
IDEA FLOATED
UNDER THE CURB,
WHAT CAN I DO
TO MAKE A DISPLAY
SOMETHING TO
DISPEL
AND WIPE OUT
THAT DAY,
IT WAS THEN
THAT THE
BRAINSTORM
OCCURRED
AND I WENT ON
SEARCHING
WITHOUT JUST
A WORD,
I FOUND MY ROUND
PAINTINGS
AND HANGINGS
FROM MEXICO,
GIFTS FROM
AFAR
STORED IN
A LEXICON,
READY AND
WAITING TO
BLOCK ALL THE
GRIEF,
I JUMPED
AND I SHOUTED
IN JOYFUL RELIEF,
SO NOW I CAN
SAY WITH A
VOICE FULL OF
LOVE
THAT I’VE DONE MY
DESIGNING
WITH A JOY
FROM ABOVE,
I HUNG UP THE ART
AND THE FUNNY
SMART
FROGGIES
WITH FACES
THAT BLOCKED
OUT DISGRACES,
WE STOOD AND
LOOKED
AS THE POP UP
WAS FINISHED,
AND MY BEAUTIFUL
DREAM WAS
NOW UNDIMINISHED,
AND NOW EVERY
MORNING
WHEN DOING MY
WALK
I LAUGH AND
I SPEAK
WITH THE
POETIC TALK,
AND THUMB MY
NOSE
AT THAT CREEPY
OLD GRUMP
WHO LIVES IN
THE ATTIC
AND LOOKS
LIKE A STUMP,
NOW I CAN SHOW
YOU
HOW ART CAN
ACHIEVE
ALL THE FINE
WONDERS
AND MAKE
YOU BELIEVE
THAT DREAMS
WILL COME TRUE,
IT CAN HAPPEN
TO YOU!

©JW WINSLOW 10/1/19

The Studio

IT ENDED FAST
ONCE IT BEGAN
THEY TOLD US
ONE DAY
AND THEN
THEY RAN,
STRIKING SETS
AND TAKING
BETS
ABOUT THE
NEW FACILITY,
AND ALSO
THE ABILITY
TO GET THIS DONE
ON THE RUN,
NO WORRIES,
IT’S A DEAL,
AND SO WE
LEFT
WITHOUT REGRETS
PACKING ALL
THE GOODS,
MY SET WAS
SWEETLY
IN A BOX,
LEAVING
BEHIND
ONLY THE BLIND
AND RATTY
OLD STUFF,
IT WASN’T
REALLY ART
TO BEGIN,
THE ESTIMATE
FOR TIME
AND BETS
WAS ALWAYS
KIND OF MURKY,
WITH WHISPERED
RUMORS
OF MAY
OR JUNE
OR MAYBE
EVEN BEFORE,
I PROMPTLY
SAT DOWN
AND STARTED
TO WRITE
THE NEXT BIG
NOVEL
WITH A
HEAVY
BITE,
AND DIDN’T MISS
TV ONE BIT,
(OF COURSE
THE ENCORES
SCORED A HIT)
AND TIME BEGAN
TO FLY,
SUMMER CAME
AND SCHOOL
WAS OUT,
THE BIG GOLF
DEAL REALLY
DID SELL OUT,
AND ON AND ON
WENT HISTORY,
BUT WHAT HAD
BECOME OF THE
BIG TV…

WE ALL BEGAN
TO GET SORT
OF ANSY,
AND POKED AROUND
THE DOORS,
FOR THEY HAD TOLD
US WHERE IT WAS,
JUST REALLY
NOTHING MORE,
DAYS AND MONTHS
FOG AND HUNTS
TIME FLEW BY
WITH SECRET
PEEKS INSIDE,
I WENT AHEAD
AND TOOK A LOOK
BUT IT WAS DARK
INSTEAD,
FINALLY THE
HINTS BEGAN,
AND I TOOK
COOKIES TO
THE MAN,
MY FAVORITE GUY
WHO CAME OUTSIDE
WITH A BIG OLD ROLLER
AND WHITE PAINT
HIDE,
BUT NOW AT LAST
THEY HAVE
REVERED,
THE COVERED WINDOWS
DISAPPEARED,
THE PLACE BEGAN
TO SHINE, AND
YESTERDAY
I WENT TO PAY
A VISIT TO MY LIFE,
THE NEWEST PLACE
WHERE I WILL RACE
AGAINST THE CLOCK
AND TIME,
SO SURE ENOUGH
IT’S ALMOST DONE
THE DAY WILL COME
FOR US TO RUN
AND BOOK UP
ALL THOSE GUESTS,
SIT IN FRONT OF
THE BIG GREEN BUNT
WITH MAMA’S CHAIRS
AND KIRBY’S TABLE,
FANCY GLASS ART
AND A SCULPTURE
STABLE,
WITH LIGHTS
AND ACTION
WE WILL START
AND BLOW THE
TOP OFF OF MY
HEART,
I LOVE MY JOB,
MY GUESTS REVILE,
THEY NEVER START
WITHOUT A SMILE,
AND VERY SOON
YOU’LL SHARE
MY CAMERA
AND BITS OF PIECES
AND NEW RELEASES,
SO PLEASE STAY TUNED,
WE’LL BE WELL GROOMED,
WITH A BIG
SURPRISE
BEFORE YOUR EYES…
WELCOME TO WINSLOWART,
YOU TART!

©JW WINSLOW 9/1/19

Looking East

IN THE QUIET
PALE OF DAWN
THE HARVEST MOON
IS PAST
(AT LAST)
AND I AM
LOOKING EAST,
IN SEARCH OF THE
MEANING,
THE WAY I AM
LEANING
IN TOWARD THE LIGHT
THE TRAIL OF
THE LOST CHORD
A MEMORY SWORD
SLICING THROUGH
THE CONSCIOUSNESS
WITH LOVING
LIGHT
AND EMPTYNESS,
THE WORDS
AND RHYMES
THE BLESSED TIMES
THAT SPARK
MY SEARCHING
SOUL
ARE REACHING
OUT
TO FIND A SONG
THAT ONCE
REGAINED
CONTROL,
THE MASTER MAN
WITH PEN
IN HAND
WOULD GRAB
THE RING
AND PLAY
AND SING
ABOUT HIS PATH
TO SIMPLICITY
AVOIDING ALL
ETHNISCITY,
AND WHEN HE
TOUCHED MY
HEART,
I HEARD THE
DRUMS BEAT
MAKING LIFE
A BREAK SO
COMPLETE,
ONE THAT
STAYED INSIDE
TO SMILE AND HIDE,
AND ALL THESE
YEARS
THROUGH JOY
AND TEARS,
THE SEARCH
HID IN MY SOUL,

WAITING THERE
FOR TIME
TO SHARE
BUT OFTEN
OUT OF REACH,
I’D HEAR A TUNE
OR LYRIC SWOON
THAT SLIPPED
AWAY
BEFORE THE DAY
WHEN LOVE WOULD
PLAY A ROLE
OH SO SWEET:
MY MUSIC MAN
AND STEADFAST
FAN
STEPPED IN
TO PLAY THE TREAT,
HE RECOGNIZED
THE BITS AND
PIECES
THE PUZZLE
IN MY BRAIN,
HE KNEW THE
SOURCE
AND FOUND
A COURSE
TO OPEN UP
THE DOOR,
AND THERE IT WAS
THAT TROUBADOR
WHO ONCE
GAVE ME A THRILL
COMING BACK
AND RIGHT
ON TRACK,
I PUSHED THE
BUTTON PLAY,
AND LISTENED
TO THE MEMORY
THAT CAME ABOUT
THAT DAY,
FOR HE HAD BEEN
AT ODDS AND ENDS
JUST LIKE ME
BACK IN HISTORY,
WAITING FOR
A BRILLIANT
SUN:
A MESSAGE THAT
HAD JUST
BEGUN,
THE PUREST
LOVE
THE BRIGHTEST
LIGHT
THE TIME TO
CARE
AND WORK
AND SHARE,
HE RODE
THE BEAST
AND FOUND
MY SOUL,
RISING HIGH,
LOOKING EAST!

©JW WINSLOW 8/1/19

Strawberry Moon

TONITE
IN THE SIGHT
OF THE STRAWBERRY MOON
I WILL MAKE A
WISH AND
PROBABLY SWOON,
FOR HOURS OF HAPPINESS
FINALLY
HAVE COME,
MAYBE THE
GLOOMY
DAYS
ARE ALL DONE,
THE LAST
BREATH
OF SPRING
BECAME SUCH
A THING,
FULL OF GOLF
BALLS AND
LANDSLIDES
AND EMPTY
OLD SPACES
WITHOUT
ANY TRACES
OF FRIENDSHIP
AND LOVE,
IT ALL SEEMED
TO VANISH
INTO THIN AIR
LEAVING A
MANNISH
AND SALTY
DESPAIR,
MY EYES
BECAME SICK
ALONG WITH
THE TRICK
OF WAITING
AND MOPING
AND ALWAYS
JUST HOPING
TO GET BACK
MY SHOW,
OH, WHERE
DID IT GO,
THEY MOVED
AND THEY
STORED
AND FINALLY
JUST SNORED
AWAY FROM
THE GLOOM
THEY LEFT
IN THE ROOM,
NO CAMERAS
NO PEOPLE
NO CHURCHBELLS
NO STEEPLE,
MY HOUSE
CAME UP EMPTY
AND I WAS SO
TEMPTED

TO DITCH IT
FORGET IT
JUST DOWN
AND GRIT IT,
IT SEEMED LIKE
FOREVER
THE DAYS
AND THE NIGHTS
CREEPING AROUND
IN A DISMAL
OLD PLIGHT,
BUT FINALLY
NEWS
OF A SWEET
NEW EVENT
CHARTERED ME
HOME
FOR THE LOVE
AND THE SCENT
OF A FULL
STRAWBERRY MOON
THE ONE
WHERE YOU SWOON,
YOU DANCE
AND YOU WAIL
AND RISE FROM
THE FRAIL IMPOSSIBLE
WENCH
WHO SAT ON
THE BENCH,
LICKING HER
WOUNDS,
WHAT A TERRIBLE
JUNE,
BUT ONLY TO
END
WITH A NIGHT
OF PURE LOVE,
THE GODDESS
OF GOODNESS
HAS MAGICALLY
COME,
SHE FINALLY
LOVES ME
FOR GOOD
ONCE AGAIN,
IT’S THE
STRAWBERRY MOON
COME TO
TAKE ME…
BEGIN!

©JW WINSLOW 7/1/19

CONJUNCTIVE/DISGRUMPTIVE & BUMPTIVE!

YOU MAY HAVE GUESSED
WITH TRUE
ASSUMPTIVE
WIT,
THE BUMPTIVE
STATE OF
MY PAINFUL
SNIT
ALLOWING
FOR THE TEARS
THAT COME
ALONG
WITH
GHOULISH
FEARS
JUMPING
UP AFTER ALL
THESE YEARS,
THE MAD HATTER
OF PAIN
AND THUNDER
AND RAIN
JUMPED THE
FENCE ON ME
IT HAPPENED
YOU SEE
WITH SUCH A
CRUEL WHACK,
I HAD NO TIME
TO PAY IT
BACK,
AND NEVER
HAVING BEEN
AWARE
OF PINKEYE
FEVER
OR THE SCARE
OF BRIGHT
RED EYES
AND A NASTY
SURPRISE
THAT COMES
TO VISIT
AND SPENDS
MUCH TIME
IN PAINFUL
PRESENCE
AND TERRIBLE
CRIME,
YOU AWAKEN
ONE MORNING
WITH HAPPY
SWEET THOUGHTS
THE USUAL
SUNSHINE
AND PLANS,
ONLY TO HALT
WITH A SHARP
SLICK RAM
CUTTING INTO
THE PRECIOUS
WHITE BALL
THAT HELPS
YOU TO SEE
AND DANCE
AND CRAWL,
YOU BLINK
AND YOU THINK
WHAT HAVE
I DONE,
DID I GET
SOMETHING
IN THERE
WHILE
HAVING
SOME FUN,

WHY AM I
CRYING
TEARS OF
SURPRISE
LOOKING
ASCANSE
AT THE MESS
OF MY EYES,
IT COMES
ON SO FAST
THAT YOU
THINK IT
WON’T LAST
BUT THAT
IS REALLY
NOT TRUE,
A TRIP TO
THE DOC
AND IMMEDIATE
SHOCK
PROVIDES
ALL YOU NEED,
ASSURING
THEM ALL
THAT YOU
TRULY
WILL HEED
INSTRUCTIONS
AND CARE,
SO PLEASE JUST
BEWARE,
DO AS YOU’RE
TOLD
OR THE RESULTS
WILL BE
SOMETHING
AWFUL AND BOLD
AND SO
YOU BECOME
A TENDER
SWEET THING,
TREATING YOUR
EYES
WITH THE DROPS
AND THE RINGS,
TAKING IT
EASY,
FIGHTING THE
QUEASY
THOUGHT
THAT MAYBE
YOU’RE STUCK
WITH THIS
TERRIBLE
FRAUGHT,
THE LESSON
IS SIMPLE
AND I’M HERE
TO TELL,
FOLLOW DIRECTIONS
AND STAY
OUT OF HELL,
GAZE AT YOUR
LOVELY
AND FORMER
CLEAR EYES
WAITING FOR
THE BEAUTY
OF A NATURAL
PRIZE,
FOR ONCE
THEY RETURN
FROM THE
SLASH AND
THE BURN,
YOU WILL NEVER
AGAIN
TAKE THEM
FOR GRANTED,
ROUNDED OR
SLANTED,
A WORD OF
CAUTION WILL
LIE HERE IN WAIT,
TREAT THOSE
BRIGHT ORBS
WITH PATIENCE
AND LOVE,
FLYING
UP HIGH
LIKE THE
OPTICAL DOVE!

©JW WINSLOW 6/1/19

The Shoot

WE WAITED
FOR THE RAIN
TO STOP
FOR SPRING
TO SHOW
HER FACE,
IMPORTANT
THINGS
THAT MUST
OCCUR
WITHIN
THE SWEET
EMBRACE
OF CAMERA EYE
AND BRILLIANT
SKY
WITH SEXY
CLOUDS
THAT DANCE
ON BY,
HE LOVES
THE SHORE
MY SHOOTER MAN
THE GREEN
AND SWEET SOFT
GRASS,
BUT MOST OF ALL
THE OCEAN BLUE
THE WAVES
THE ROCKS
THE FRAGRANT
VIEW,
AND SO WE
MET AND
KEPT OUR
MARK,
CLOSE TO THE
EDGE OF A
VERDANT PARK
WHERE TREES
OF YEARS
STAND AT THE
READY
AND SMILES
COME SOFT
AND EASY,
STEADY,
I BROUGHT MY
BAG
WITH LOTS OF
COATS
SILLY FROCKS
AND POLKA DOT
SLOPES,
THE HOT PINK
ARMANI
THE VIBRANT
LYNX
WHILE I
WAS DRESSED
AS THE
BLACK LADY
SPHINX,
AND SOON
HIS CAMERA
WAS IN PLACE,
THE AREA
SHADOWED
ABOVE MY FACE,
AND HE BEGAN
TO WHISPER
NOTES
(ALL TOO SILLY)
ABOUT MY COATS,

“RAISE YOUR
ARMS,
TURN THE
HEAD…
JUST A TAD”
IN PERFECT STEAD,
THE JOY OF
SHARING
THE SOUL INSIDE
IS THE CHANCE
TO GO
WHERE YOU
CANNOT HIDE,
SURROUNDED
BY TWO LOVELY
MEN,
ONE THOUSAND
TOURISTS
AN OCCASIONAL
WREN,
BUT THE
BIG SECRET
TO SUCCESS
REVEALS ITSELF
WITH SUCH
APPEAL,
(DESPITE THE
WAY YOU THINK
YOU LOOK,
HE MAKES
YOU LAUGH
LIKE A
WILD ASS
CROOK)
A SEXY SLINKY
MADAME LADY
IN SOMETHING
DARK AND

VERY SHADY,
AND THEN WE
CRAWLED
OVER THE
ROCKS, AND
CLAMBERED
OVER THE SAND
TO A SPOT WITH
A NICHE
WHERE HE
MADE HIS PITCH
FOR THE FINAL
COOLEST BRAND,
I STOOD WITH
MY FLASHY
SMASHING JACKET
AND LEGS IN A
FULL LENGTH POSE
WHILE THE SEAGULLS
SWOOPED AND
THE TOURISTS
WHOOPED,
THEY LOVE TO
CATCH THE
STROBES
AND WATCH
YOU SMILE
A BRILLIANT
WAY,
THEN
YOU’RE
FINISHED
FOR JUST NOW,
WRAP IT UP
AND TAKE
YOUR BOW,
AND WAIT TO
SEE
THE MAGIC
SHOTS,
THE PUREST
MEASURES
AND SWEETEST
SPOTS:
THE VISIONS OF
MY INNER PLOTS…

Copper Top

THE COPPER
TOP
WILL STEAL
YOUR SOUL
WITH LINES
AND WHEELS
AND FULL
CONTROL,
SHINING
BRIGHT
OUT THERE
TODAY
WAITING
FOR THE
TIME TO PLAY,
FIRE UP
AND ROLL
IT OUT,
LET THE
SALMON
SIZZLE,
WE HAVE
OPENED
UP THE TOP
TO VIEW
THE CROP
OF BRAND
NEW
STEEL
HOUSE
GRISSEL,
IT WAS
QUITE
SUDDEN
THIS BRIGHT
ARRIVAL,
COMING ON
OUR TRUE
SURVIVAL
OF ONE GREAT
SMOKY
HOKEY
NIGHT,
WHERE THINGS
WENT
WRONG
INSTEAD
OF RIGHT,
THE BIG
OLD
BLACK GUY
RUMBLING
ON,
MAKING
FLAMES
INSTEAD
OF SONG,
WHEN THINGS
GOT
OUT OF HAND,
AND LUCKILY
SOMEONE
WAS THERE
TO JUMP AND
TAKE A STAND,
SO SOON
THE PATIO
WAS BARE
BUT NOT
FOR LONG
BECAUSE
ALONG
CAME A
DELIVERY MAN
WITH A BIG
NEW BOX
AND CUTE
GREEN SOX,
AND THEN
THE FUN BEGAN:

ALL AT ONCE
THE PARTS
LINED UP,
WHEELS
AND STEEL
AND RUBBER
LOCKS,
GRILLS AND
FRILLS
AND FANCY
PLANS
TO HOLD THE
ASHES
WHEN THEY CAN,
SO NOW YOU’VE
GUESSED
HOW WE
OBSESSED
UPON THE
FINAL STROKE,
A BEAUTIFUL
TOPPER
ALL ROUND
AND SMOOTH
WITH FABULOUS
COPPER,
SHINING
IN THE
AFTERNOON
BOUNCING
AROUND
DESPITE
THE GLOOM,
IT WAS ALL
A BIG SURPRISE
MENDING FENCES
BEFORE MY EYES,
JUST REMINDING
ALL OF YOU
WHO
BELIEVE
THIS TYPE
OF THING
COMES TRUE,
ALL YOU NEED
IS A CREDIT
CARD,
A SMILING
FACE AND SOME
GOOD REGARD,
PATIENCE HELPS
WITH A FEW
FINE TOOLS,
READ THE
SIMPLE
HELPFUL RULES,
POP THE
LITTLE OPENING
PLACE AND
TURN THE WHEEL,
THE FIRE
COMES ON
TO CLOSE THE
DEAL,
LOTS OF
WONDERFUL
CURB APPEAL,
LIFE IS
GOOD
FOR THE
SPINNING
WHEEL!

Desperado

ONE NOTE
ONE VOICE
THE WIND BLOWS
IN MY EARS,
WHILE DRAMA
PASSES
THROUGH
THE BRAIN
IT CATCHES
ALL THOSE YEARS,
THE ONES WHERE
TIMES WERE
BRAVE AND COOL,
AND MAYBE
EVEN
SUNDAY SCHOOL,
AND IN BETWEEN
THE PHOTO SHOTS
THE MEMORIES
DOWN
THE COMPLEX PLOTS
THE YEARNING
GROWS
FROM FAR
WITHIN,
THE SPIRIT
OF A SONG
THE WAY YOU
FEEL
AS MORNING BREAKS
AND GOD HAS
COME ALONG,
WHEN FINALLY
WE SEE THE SUN
APPEAR AS IF
A DREAM
ITS BEEN SO
LONG
SINCE HEAVEN
SENT
SOME KIND OF
MAKEUP SCHEME,
BUT ONCE MY
TOES HIT
SMOOTH
WET SAND
AND THE LIGHT
PLAYS ON
MY FACE,
IT’S ONLY JUST
A MOMENT’S TIME
BEFORE I WILL
EMBRACE
THE EERIE TONES
THE WAILING SOUNDS
THE WORDS THAT
RISE UP FROM
THE GROUNDS,
AND I AM OFF
AND RUNNING,
CUTTING CORDS
AND SLASHING
SWORDS
ACROSS THE
ICY WAVES,

MY THEMES
BEGIN
THEIR PLAYLIST
DREAMS
WHILE I WILL
LEARN TO
DANCE,
THE RHYTHM
GOES A STEADY
BEAT
MAKING TIME
FOR MY FEET
TO FIND A SHELL
OR TWO,
AND SING THE
WORDS
BLAZING
ACROSS THE
SKIES
LIKE
SOARING BIRDS,
I HEAR THOSE
VOICES
LOUD AND CLEAR
THE ONES
THAT DROVE ME
TO THE BRINK
THAT SCANDALIZED
AND MADE ME THINK,
WITH TEARS
RELEASED
THAT NEVER CEASE,
BUT NOT AT
SORROWS DOOR,
YET INSTEAD
WITHIN MY HEAD
THE EAGLES COME
TO SOAR,
ROLLING BACK
FROM ONE EYED
JACKS
AND BANJOS
FULL GALORE,
AND DESPERADO
SITS UPON MY
SHOULDER,
ALWAYS WILD
AND SOMEWHAT
BOLDER,
REMINDING ME
TO HIGH DEGREE
THAT TIME’S A
FLYIN’ BY,
LOOK WITHIN
AND PLAY
TO WIN,
BEFORE YOU
SAY GOODBYE,
REALIZE THE
SECRET HOPES
HELD WITHIN
YOUR DREAMS,
THE LONELY DAYS
OF YESTERYEAR
DISSOLVE WITHIN
THE STREAMS
LEAVING ONLY
SWEET GOODBYES,
AIN’T IT TRUE
HOW TIME
DOES FLY…