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REMEMBERING VALDY

REMEMBERING VALDY

Play me a rock and roll song
or don’t play me no song at all

I might not remember your name
but I know you’re a friend all the same
when you put the needle down
on that record by the bed

Everything that still moves moves
and memories come flooding back

Girls and cars and beer
as every year becomes that year

Thank you dear

THE GIRL FROM AWAY

THE GIRL FROM AWAY

I was sixteen, it was summer

Hauling wheat to town in the 3 ton Chevy
A quart of store-bought buttermilk
on the seat for the trip back to the ranch

There was a girl, my age and beautiful
visiting in the last house on the left

Sometimes she would be
on the street or in the yard

The truck was new and powerful
I was a farm boy healthy, strong

We were hitting on all cylinders

It was warm, the window was open
I was in love, the buttermilk was cold

CRAB APPLE LOVE

CRAB APPLE LOVE

You’d be crabby too
if you’d been through
what I’ve been through

Yes, you might be a little crabby too
if all your relatives looked down on you

Sweet Granny Smith with her stem in the air
pretending she’s green as the unmown grass
has a worm hole or two I could tell you about

And there’s just no living with cousin Mac
since that Damn computer came out

But enough about them, let’s talk you and me
how I’m so much more than an ornament tree

About how lovely I am, and inviting you in
your teeth in my flesh and your lips on my skin

So if you’re looking for love that’s true to the core
I’m telling you love, you’ll be looking no more

If you’re looking for a love that’s going to stick
I’ve got plenty of pectin to do that old trick

And we can be jammin’ all night and all day
if you’ll bring some sugar, and meet me half way

THEY KAMA THEY SAW

THEY KAMA THEY SAW

All day the tourists walk
through ancient temples
of the East

Hour after streaming hour
viewing image after image
of erotic grace and coupling

Taking it in – Taking it in

By evening statues carved of stone
have become soft flesh in them

With the women
the transformation is total
with the men – almost

SLEEPING WITH YOURSELF

SLEEPING WITH YOURSELF

If you think you have no power
try sleeping with a Kennedy

You may find some, but most likely
they will end up with more

If you want to touch vulnerable
try sleeping with a Marilyn

You may find some, but most likely
you will just pile more dirt on her grave

If you can’t find your inner poet
or the painter unafraid to use red

You can always find one willing
to help you find it in their bed

And there may be value in this trail
however tangled dark and faint

For you can sometimes find out where
something is just by finding where it ain’t

IN MEMORY STILL

IN MEMORY STILL
(or computers byte)

You keep popping up in my memory

On old disks I find love notes
still as loving as when they were entered

Faxes, letters, poems, thoughts
full of beauty full of trust

Valentine’s poems, three of them
overflowing with sensual exaltation
wisdom exchanged, depths plumbed,
promises made

Fresh and clean and bright
as the day they were written
lines that would go on forever
lines that still do go on forever

I don’t know how to tell the little ones
and zeros that we’re now apart
it might break their heart