Even More Poetry

1-Demon & the White Blossom

2-In the end, fire

3-If you've got to have it

4-Tavern Lady



Demon & the White Blossom


Yellow is the sill where I stare
The beast just beyond
Its eyes concealed, a dark swallow reveals
Orange flushed, olive teeth behind black


Inside, blue walls, green vines dance
Red tails and shadows
Climb, blood of cold sapphire hand-
Brushed swathe over plaster


To keep the demon out
My arms, two drunken soldiers
Tip tea cups, spiked with shine
Talk absurdly, unknowingly


White is the blossom
Over a light crimson stem
Dark auburn leaves dropped
Upon fisty, fleshy breasts


She looks to the window
Sees the demon’s breath
Upon the glass, his blue lips, angry
Snout, a mirrored image


In the End, Fire


Tossed in the wind
I land in a park colored brown
From grass to tree tops
There wasn’t a shade of difference


I bumped into an old woman
She kept a tattered blanket in a grocery cart

Richest woman in the world
She had nothing to lose


There was a boy with blue hair
Had a brand new bike
I watched him sit on it for hours
He never moved a muscle


The lights turned red
It was time for me to cross
I looked both ways
Never saw a car for three days


Starving, I climbed a mountain
To be closer to something
Never found it, slipped
Rolled all the way back down


Ended up in the street
The lights turned green
But there still were no engines
No tailpipes, no honking horns


I finally stood, shook off the dust
Out of the corner of one eye
I saw the boy with blue hair
Just before he hit me with his bike


My head bounced off the road
Looking up, I saw children dancing
They wore blue face masks with glitter
And called my name over and over


I ran for the park
It was in flames, bright yellow flames
Laid down on the park bench
Got a good tan for a fair-skinned man


If You've got to have it


If she’s caught toddling with a man
While I am away
There will be an uninhabited park
For them to walk


If she sneaks a kiss with a man
While I am grabbing drinks from the bar
There will be a dark corner
For them to hide


Young woman, you’ve got to have it
Your way
And it will be given to you


If she gets drunk and dances with a man
Til the wee hours of the night
There will be love songs
For her to dance to


If she runs off with a man
Leaves me standing
There will be a wind
To carry her


Young woman, you’ve got to have it
Your way
And it will be given to you


And in the days that follow
I will toddle to my own tune
Kiss the girls, get drunk and dance
Then run off, my face into the wind


You’ve got to have it
Your way, and if you give enough away
What you seek will be given to you


Tavern Lady


Where the whiskey smiles at women
And the boys laugh round a keg of beer
The tavern lady sings while freshly pressing
My pants


Her gray eyes stained blood 
A sweet calloused voice
Too many years in that wild
Old town saloon


For a bit here, a bit there,
That trickled down a hole
In her garments to her shoe
She sang for the boys


She didn’t think much about living
No more, nor much about love
My goal was to convince her
It did, then take her away


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1-To Laura Palmer's Theme

2-To Half Heart

3-My First Country Song

4-Memory of her

5-Mystical McCartney

6-Alley Doctor

7-Woman in the Chair

8-Flock of gulls


To 'Laura Palmer's Theme'




Laura
Laura Palmer, Laura
Where do I hear you, Laura
Your breath, slow and desperate
Deep are your wounds
Now washed by the lake


Under twin mountain peaks, blossoming
With snow white eyes, can you see
In the air so sweet
So gloriously pine sweet
So memorable your feat
To get here


Crashing down


Laura
So precisely you are laid
Wrapped in water, quiet
What do you fear, Laura


Do the angels follow you
And will they carry you up
Higher and higher, over peaks
To peace, near eagles
Hidden in trees
Or can you see yourself


Falling, falling, falling, fall


Laura
Did the past fall from beneath you
Hide your footprints, Laura
Silence your name, loneliness
As your spirit lingers


To ‘Half Heart’




Where were you
When my heart had died
Where were you
When the angels’ cried


Was there a heart inside
The lonely spirit who came
To lay beside me


Was it sweat or blood
That moistened my skin
When I could not see


Your darkness, our shadows
In silent rhythms, the pain
Told me you lied


Now blue eyes turned
Grey, the stain keeps others
Away, and to you


The one I needed
I cannot confide
Where were you
When my heart had died


My First Country Song


It’s about time somebody tells her
It’s ok to love me
So we can get on with
What’s left of our years


When we were kissing
In my first car
She’d duck her head
Every time a headlight passed
Thinking it was her father
And filled with fear

Then the years passed by
So many wasted years


When we were kissing
At a street dance
After her divorce
She disappeared into the crowd
Thinking she saw her ex
Her eyes filled with anger and tears

Then the years went by
More wasted years


When we were kissing
On her front doorstep
She pushed me away
When the curtain moved
Worried it was her kids
Standing so near


It’s about time somebody tells her
It’s ok to love me
So we can get on with
What’s left of our years


Mystical McCartney


Paul can create
A song out of sticks
Stones and sunshine
Blackbirds and lost rings


Out of anything
Out of everything
Words splash his pages
Like colors, then he sings


Yesterday
Today, tomorrow
Love or sorrow
To an emotion he clings


Girls come
Girls are gone
In life, in song
People keep talking


Alive are his spirits
From around the world
And from his past
Beatles, Wings


Carry McCartney along
An endless twisted road
Of mystical notes and words
"To a much better place"













Alley Doctor


In the alley, dark
Clouded day, steal blue
Door painted rust, kicked
Marred, too short, too odd

Just right for the doctor


Six panes, their pain
Glass and chicken wire
Windows, padlocked

Over-used bronze handle
Polished by the oily grit
Of beggars hands


Woe-is-me, they cried

Those who crept or crawled
Showed up at his door
Much, much after nightfall
Begged to him, have mercy

And he, with tired eyes
Tried to send them away


Yet still they came
A line was made
They leaned, they laid
A cold wall, tan, pink and buff
To each side, let go their pride
Be it rags or suits and tie


He performed each night
Behind boarded up windows
Under a lamp unseen
And the cries came forth
The cadavers did pile
In a graveyard to the north


The red brick now
Blocks the surgeon’s mitts
From prescribing his medicine
And protracting crucial elements
With crude instruments
Unwashed hands


Now the light is off
Bulb torn from its socket
No tears, no torture
Nor appointment to keep
The doctor is out


Still, the door remains, blocks
The view of those who still
Seek their missing parts
Spend their days listening
To the cries of locked up spirits














Woman in the Chair


To see the words upon her chair
To see her lips, and long black hair

“Embrace on a new adventure,”
The statement read
Yet, from her mouth, nothing was said


The story continued in rainbow colors
I looked upon her as I had no other

“To see if there is enough…”
For some there never would be
For today, I hoped they’d see


Above and below
A pretty rainbow

“Goodness in the world”
And feel no shame
Nor scatter the blame


Tattered and beat
Black legs and feet

“To be yourself”
And in the silence, she stood firm
Her words spread, a healthy germ














Flock of Gulls


Flock of Gulls
Frightened, blue
River waters, waves
Rolling mirror, uneven
Poles on wooden
Platform, perch
To white winged
Talkers, squawking
At intruder traipsing
Along thru scrubby
Weeds, sand stuck to
Wet toes in sandals
Stops to interpret
Silly commotion
Gaze at birds, sky
Green life budding
Off rocky bluffs
One sight, to see


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To ‘The Pink Room’


DIALOGUE DETAILS

[XX] = Moral detached Persona - guitar
(XX) = Boyhood dread Persona - vocal
{XX} = Movement/visual stimulants - drums
No brackets = Evil Persona – standing base
Italics = Impudent narrator – violin swell
BOLD = non instrumental sound


PROLOGUE

To die for dark behavior

Pink hues, ultraviolet blues
Bleed to dance floor, bodies
Back room beat, volume swell
Till well past
Two
Girls, nearly nude
Sway idly, caress
Dark corner, feed mysterious
Eyes, dark thoughts


CHAPTER 1 (Hit Play on music here)





[Get out of here]

{Yes I see you} {In your debut}
{Dancing for me} {In the pink hue}


[Get out of here, get out, get out, get out]


{I see your sweat} {See how you sway}
{I watch your hands} {Do what they may}
Rip (don’t)


{Blue backs away} {I would not} (don’t come)
{Blue so cold} {Pink so hot}


[Please run]


{Slowly you move} {With the mood}
{Cross the floor} {Dressed nearly nude}


Why don’t you come, here (don’t come over)
I want to move, you (don’t) (don’t come)


{Tiny spiked breasts} {Skin tight skirt}
{Short black hair} {Brown eyes that flirt}
Rip (don’t)


[Please run]


Bathe in black light, blue
Old boy in the toy, room (don’t)


[Run]


{So near now} {Between gin sips}
(Taste your sweet} {Your pursed lips}


Why don’t you come, here (don’t come)
I want to move, you (no, no)


{Your dear friend} {She’s pretty too}
{But she’s no good} {Skin’s too blue}


[Get away, run]


I want to hold, you
Bring it in close, now (don’t)


[Run, run, run, run, run]


CHAPTER 2


Why don’t you come, here (don’t)
I want to move, you (oh, oh no)


[No]


(Step be-tween} {Cut the ties}
{Blue's eyes talk} {They speak lies}


Almost in my arms, now
It’s time to trust, me (don’t)


(Blue grabs for you} {You’re too wiped}
{You let her go} {Watch Blue leave}


[It’s too late. It’s too late. It’s too late]


{Leaning on me} {Dancing with me}
{Arms wrap around} {Too cut to flee}


Bang, bang, boom, boom, you (don’t do it)
Here in the back, room (don’t)


[Too late, too late, too late]


Ever see such a desperate face


I’m going to hold, you (don’t)
I’m going to move, you


[Too late, too late, too late]


Silly girl got into drugs


Hand in the honey, dew (no)
All Pink and no, blue


[Too late]


Mother wouldn’t approve,
Oh, No, mother wouldn’t approve


Watch the dark man, move (don’t now)
Watch the dark shadow, groove (don’t)


[Don’t you ever come back]
[I’m telling you, don’t you ever come back]


All pink and no, blue (don’t)
Deep dark guitar, groove (oh no)


[Don’t ever, don’t]


Can’t take it back, now
Drop the pink skirt, now


Slap, slap


CHAPTER 3


Can you hang in, there (no, don’t)
Don’t you pass out, now (no)


Fear. This one don’t feel fear


[Don’t ever come back]


{Bump’n at the hip} {Now fighting my grip}
{Twisting in my arms} {Pink’s losen her trip}


This girl don’t feel anything, oh man


[Don’t ever come back]


What are you fighting, for
Where did you get, no don’t (no)


Gunshots


[You have to run]


What have you done, now (no)
Where’d you get the gun, Pink (oh, no)


[Run and run and run]


You’re right, no fear here


Didn’t mean to hurt, you (oh, no)
What have you done, now


[Run, pink, run]


Is that you screaming
Why is everyone screaming


Hit the cym-bals, hard (no)
Hit that crescendo, quick, before (oh, no)


[And never come back]


Pink’s gone. She’s so gone. And it’s so black


Pink? Pink?


Silence


CLOSING

If you made it to this point, and are wondering what is going on, here is the story. I created this poem after listening to the instrumental “The Pink Room."


There are two girls dancing together, doped up, and groping to slow, sleazy music in an ‘undisclosed, all-night’ back room dance club filled with pink and blue ultraviolet lights, and nothing more than shadows outside the dance floor. It is a place where couples come to do just about anything, which often leads to sex. One lone man, a regular, looms in the darkness, drinking his gin, waiting, watching. When the opportunity comes, he moves in, pushes Blue aside, and dances with Pink who is somewhat receptive but doped up. Dark, the man, leads her to the corner, where he attempts to rape her. Pink starts coming to, begins to fight it, then pulls the ultimate defense, a twin-barrel derringer, from somewhere on her person. She plugs him with two shots in the chest at point blank range. Then flees. Dark is surprised. Dark is dead.


The end.


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