[R. Bentz Kirby]
by Marie Countryman
(for michael and craig)
and rain down
wandering in street
searching for poetical drink.
we laugh and turn faces up,
to drink in the sky--
until, many blocks later
we pour ourselves into the car,
by Patricia Elliott
QUIET, WHATS THAT NOISE
ringmaster, orphan, thinking, thinking
twisting, turning over rocks.
solid honor, clever charm
he can take a small point,
by twisting and turning it,
show a large amount of light.
he honors love, small warm things
fill him with a wonder that he of
course hides, what does he care.
Robert Johnson's Crossroads
(A tribute to a Blues Man from the crossroads.)
by R. Bentz Kirby
Went down to the Crossroads
Tried to flag a ride.
Got hellhounds on my trail.
Have my sweet rider by my side.
Turn to Jesus or Burn in Hell
Will's son cross.
Will's son cross road.
Will's son cross roads.
Will's son cross roads Jesus.
Will's son cross roads Jesus saves.
Will's son cross roads Jesus saves Columbia.
(No he didn't Sherman burnt it! That is why you can't trace title
Will's son cross roads Jesus saves Camden.
(Well he might have, ask Cornwallis!)
Will's son cross roads Jesus saves Sumter.
(Depends, one wing in the Persian Gulf tonight.)
Will's son cross roads Jesus saves Orangeburg.
(Crack alleys, murder rate, unemployment, kids with guns, not likely.)
Will's son cross roads Jesus saves or Burn in Hell.
Me, I just want to get some gas and take a piss.
But, it is spooky here, at a crossroads that is exactly 22, 25, 22, 25.
Did Robert Johnson meet ole scratch here, or does Jesus Save?
Tried to flag a ride.
That's what the sign says.
No body seemed to know me.
But maybe that was back in Wilson.
House down by the riverside.
Will cross road son.
Break in on a dollar most any place she goes.
Will road cross son.
They all just passed me by.
Son will cross road.
Got tamales and they are red hot, yeah got em for sale.
Son cross Will Road.
Dead shirmps blues.
Son road cross Will.
Believe it's much too light.
Cross road son will.
She got a mortgage on my body.
And a lien on my soul.
ciao for now
by Gary Gach
ah, ca fascori!
ah, piazzo san marco
oui! by Pete Edler
A Day With Dali
A Poem by Jim Nasium
A day I spent with Dali
last night in a dream
left me feeling confused
nothing was as it seemed
sitting on the red lips couch
talking on the lobster telephone
Dali and I passed the day away
wile Gala left us alone
Hitchcock's Spellbound was on the TV
Jacky Gleason's Band was on the stereo
Dali let me follow him around
every place he had to go
he gave me some mustache wax
I rolled my moustache tight
pin strip suit with black and white shoes to boot
when we went out on the town that night
Walt Disney stop by to say he was sorry
offered Dali his old job back any time
the folks from Tiffany's apologized too
they way they treated Dali was a crime
I spoke my piece to all of them
then Dali said "thank you"
just another day with Dali
doing what ever we wanted to do...
©2005 Jim Nasium
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