Ripple, Do

wish I knew who you
wrote poetry to. wish
it were me, if we are
being honest, and i
do think honesty's

best. well, perhaps
not in all situations.
if i were a bank robber
hiding out in a chicken
coop I would not want

the farmer to confess
my location to the cops.
or if i were a wore and
my grandmother asked
what my new job was, i'd

probably rather my brother
say something like
"secretary", "waitress",
"soy bean farmer" or
something conventional

like that. as you are
not a cop, however, or
my grandmother, i prefer
to be honest. this may
not be best. i'm told a

lady should be coy. course,
this instruction - like the
bulk of the advise i am
offered concerning matters
of the heart - comes from

either old woman who have
not been laid in a very
long time, or gay men who
have also not been laid in
a very long time. so i really

don't know who you are
writing poetry two. though i
think that even if it is not
me you should go for it,
ripple the waters, tell her

whatever you've been wanting
to say. and - for gods sake -
don't be coy about it. don't
write a poem about wanting to
fuck someone, and never identify

who it is that you want to fuck.
- that's just frustrating, if
were being honest now. - because
if your going to ripple waters
do it with a shoe or a boulder.
your worth more then the ripple

of a pebble..

The Common Gazelle

Some women dance at every street corner.

Some don't, for fear of what other might think.

Some dance and make others want to join them.

Some women prance more then dance

Some with gazelle like strides, others resemble frogs.

Some gazelles don't know they are gazelles.

She was a gazelle, though
thought herself a frog. Jumping
around the city as though it
were a series of lily pods.

Never looking back to see the
results caused. Never saw what
other could never miss. She
said things like "I love you",
without knowing how it rippled
his heart.

A gazelle can't be told what

they are. He tried writing
her poetry. She saw the words
like a subway rat reading the
"stay off the tracks" posters.

She complimented the poetry,
tried to write a bit of her own,
then leapt off to a new lily-pod.
Still, "I love you" was said. And
still, ripples were cause.

Now, what can be done with
a misdirected gazelle? Nobody
really knows. So, we all lie,
call her a "Common Gazelle"
and ignorantly ruin the title
for those who do belong to it.

Illusion

Don't loose the illusion,
for it's all that I've got.

Don't forget the sleepless
midday afternoon naps.

Don't hate the hatred
when that's all we had

for so long, and perhaps
still do. Never forgive

me for leaving. Or be the
bigger person when I

call to say that I'd move
back. Lastly, don't run

if you suddenly have an
available Monday afternoon

to picnic the way we did
in my illusions of you.

Powerless

Wish I could make it better, darling
Wish I could send the pain away
If it could be done, I'd do it
If I had the power to make you well, I would.

Won't insult your struggle
Won't say "it's not really not problem, just an inconvenience"
It's a problem I would fight
It's just a problem that I cant.

I remember my great struggles
I now see they've gone away
Now new struggles are upon me
Now your struggle is the same.

It might be a lot of bother
It is a bother I would bare
But my bothers are much different
But your bothers can't be shared.

So you think that I can't help you
So I'll say I can't do much
Here I am to stand beside you
Here I am no matter what.

A Gypsy Revolution

An awful lot of bother
So little cause
For such and awful lot of bother

Was only water
A small stream
Well, technically a river

I was only curious
Not a crime to wonder
Why they are called "Flood Gates"

Diana was acting strange
Hadn't eaten in three days
And not getting any thinner

Diana lost her job
Her boss was unreasonable
Had poor business practices

I was only curious
Why Prostitutes don't get maternity leave
Never meant to start a revolution

Max seemed sad
The city took away his bed
In re-landscaping central park

Max had no friends
Is the real shame
A lot of homeless people don't

I was only curious
What’s the problem with a little unity
Never meant to induce a vagabond rebellion

Jeff only wanted company
A little conversation
About anything other then Aids

Jeff had a foot in the door of death
Only a foot
Still, company was hard to find

I was only curious
If people could save each other
Never meant to cause a stir

Never meant to open "Flood Gates"
I was only curious
And caused an awful lot of bother

Billy

We used to throw stones
Off the roof at passing cars
I found the rocks that Billy threw
Till the city ran out of them
Not a goddamn pebble anywhere
That was the day
Billy threw himself at passing cars
Thus, I lost my one true love
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Mommy and Daddy were selfish
All they cared was saving face
Said their only daughter had no business
With a boy like Billy anyway
No one know him the way that I did
That’s why nobody came
Or perhaps they both had to work
On my true loves funeral day
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I was too young to know grief
Its etiquette or its relief
Did not use a month to morn
Rather, a lifetime collecting stones
Through the years the collection grew
Perhaps that’s why at age eighteen
I thought how practical it’d be
To wed a man with a quarry
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The workmen at the quarry asked Greg
“Who’s the most beautiful woman
You’ve have ever scene?”
“My wife on our wedding day” is the answer Greg gave
Now, this I doubt, and have the right
He was quite drunk on our wedding day
Likely doesn’t remember a thing
It’s a charming line all the same
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Greg was quite a bit older then me
Been many places, scene many things
Married occasionally
Said I’d be his last, as a mater of fact
For he’d given up society
Spent days in a query among lifeless stone
At night getting drunk before reaching the bar
Where hours were spent wishing the living were rocks
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“They can’t be unkind” is what Billy would say
“Not on their own anyway”
Cold, smooth and forever anew
For what’s never lived can’t be aging or dead
So thank god for each pebble he gave
I could not judge Greg’s obsession
Understanding being my burden
So five years were spent alone in a house by a quarry
48
Twas a clever trick of time
Ended the marriage of Greg and I
For I willingly wed a 49 year old fellow
Never a 54 year old man
“Play all the numbers” Billy would say
But Billy wasn’t present on my wedding day
Apparently age can’t be got through osmosis
Being married to Greg made me no wiser for ware
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Packed all my things, preparing to leave
When in the closet I found Billy’s chair
The fucking chair that made strangers stair
As I’d push Billy around everywhere
“Let them stare” he’d say
“Nothing wrong with a little attention”
Wish it were him they were starring at
It’s the one wish I’ve had all along
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To become a politicians wife
Is to play a broken slot machine
As gambling was never my scene
Became a politicians mistress instead
David said he like the way that I was
How a proper woman should be
High heals, red fingernails
And dumb till something important needs done
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“Your pretty enough” David encouraged me
“To accomplish most anything
But know you don’t have to, my dear
For fighting is messy
Worse, now with prohibition
I’m just glad to have you to get drunk on”
God, he was gently, simple, kind
And with someone else legally
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Rumors began
David was a good man
Wife got liquor banned
Then he found a young blond with a soul
The stories were grand
Storied that never ran
For given a chance
The reporters would all do the same
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Five years went by
Then the women got hold of a kind, gentle man
A decision now had to be made
Billy used to make choices by the role his dice
Never said what the numbers meant
So the rules could be made gradually
David chose to keep his “better half”
That’s what he called his wife
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Pain, fear, and dirty politics makes the world go round
The philosophy of my better half
He saw everything so simply
We saw everything the same
Is it any wonder then
That I often don’t know where I am
Naturally, the world becomes a cluster-fuck
When the better half of anything goes off a roof
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The next man I met was not gently, but simple
Had the sort of physique I just had to explore
Never thought of sex as recreation before
But goodness, what fun we had
We were being unfair
For in truth didn’t care for the other properly
Something’s in life mustn’t be thought about twice
Just lay back and enjoy what you’ve got
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Adrian could be quite kind
Though that wasn’t his natural side
The strength of his physique
Could be used in less pleasant ways
Two years I was battered and bruised
Unable to outweigh the good
An old book store down the block
The one place I’d let myself go
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Hidden between bookshelves
Happened upon “The Portrait Of Dorian Gray”
Remember quite, was Billy’s favorite book
Perhaps because he looked like Dorian himself
Kept it quite close to my heart
For another three years battered and bruised
I suppose the porn for a woman scorned
Is a book about Dorian Gray
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One day in the book shop
Scene by a cop
Who looked at me questioningly
Asked where I’d been
Answered “love isn’t a sin”
Though, really sometimes it can be
Not sure how my face looked by then
He said my eyes were lovely, bought me a coffee
Haven’t seen Adrian since
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Guess some cops can be nice
Like the one used to stand on the corner
He wouldn’t react as though anything were abnormal
While other would ask
“What’s she about, pushing round an empty chair”
Nobody saw that Billy was there.
Just a chair, pare of dice, some rocks
And “The Portrait Of Dorian Gray”
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I held onto him as long as I could
Five years in the end, that’s all
I shouldn’t have listened, and wish that I didn’t
But it’s too late to save Billy now
I let him go, fall away, leave me
The best man I’ve ever known
I was told to grow up
And now that I am
I wish Billy could still be my friend.