Lucky Strike
Standing under the bare street light she leaned against the
post and lit up a Marlboro with her purple lighter
the end glowed …
It was late
the street quiet and deserted
the smoke swirled
in a cloud overhead
Her black hair was long and straight, shimmery in the back
light
her attire dark and
loose
evening camouflage ...
evening camouflage ...
Looking upward, her gaze fell on a face in the window
surveying the nighttime scene
He smiled down at her, unexpected … warm
Her smile radiated back to him, hopeful … tentative
A minute passed - eyes locked … connecting not averting
Then as he had come, suddenly gone ... missing
Then as he had come, suddenly gone ... missing
Lighting another cigarette, she looked up one more time then slowly walked away staring at the sidewalk ahead
Her quiet humming murmured in the silence
The Dancing Queen
On the floor here comes the queen
my loyal subjects clear when I appear.
The princesses are an envious green
when the male chorus line forms
for a chance for a dance
with me.
with me.
My hair will fly
my body gyrate
with the beat - burning heat
faster spinning as the music pumps
on your back feel my thumps
can't promise not to inflict some lumps
can't promise not to inflict some lumps
Stay out my way!
Give me room!
Goodbye to that gloom and doom
when the beat is sweet
Behold the dancing queen!
Behold the dancing queen!
Far Away
Far away from the teeming city
the stars individually shine
the silence of the night peaceful
the hillside dark and tranquill
the hillside dark and tranquill
By day the heat rising from the fields
I can almost hear in its steaming
the babbling brook- bubbling melody
the babbling brook- bubbling melody
Along the pinetree path
the crackling of a stick underfoot
startling me with its harshness.
The buzzing bugs - ear-tickling
white noise for napping.
Night falls once again - the moon glowing, lulling
under the black country sky
to sleep ... dreaming of this place
to sleep ... dreaming of this place
My Holiday
Greeting
Pink Ladies in the parlor
champagne with caviar
a beer or two with Grandma
in the back seat of the car.
in the back seat of the car.
Manhattans in the restaurant
martinis on the deck
a glass of wine with Mary Jane
have another - what the heck!
have another - what the heck!
White Russians at the party
Grasshoppers in the snow
two shots of Seagrams at the pub
meet me under the mistletoe!
meet me under the mistletoe!
No matter what you like to drink
scotch, whiskey, wine or rum
Have a safe and happy holiday
Pa Rum Pum Pum Pum!
Pa Rum Pum Pum Pum!
Death in their
Leers
malcontents breathe heavy at my door
hot acrid air seeping beneath
curling
snarling
seeking exposed naked vulnerability
attack mode
revenge riot
ever misunderstanding my motives
condemnation
condemnation
welcoming my deserved punishment
the dedicated wounded souls
hacked through
clawing
kicking
death in their leers
righteousness in their hearts
swirling savagely around me
ripping at my pale wicked flesh
flogging
squeezing
a worthless life made breathless
lifeless
sacred retribution
sacred retribution
Sweet Release
He said he'd always love her
but she knew it wasn't true
the drip drip of the faucet
light rain pattering on the roof
she waited like the expectant bride
that day he stopped calling.
that day he stopped calling.
she should have known
he wasn't to blame
for never once did he speak her name.
for never once did he speak her name.
Passers by her basement window
see her face staring out
out to the busy main street endlessly
hoping to catch a quick glimpse
or someone who looks like him
or someone who looks like him
she should have known
he wasn't to blame
for never once did he speak her name
for never once did he speak her name
Her yearning will never cease
to hear his voice
to see his flesh
to live in his dreams
just one more chance for sweet release.
just one more chance for sweet release.
she should have known
he wasn't to blame
for never once did he speak her name
for never once did he speak her name
Never Lie
Boy, it's not that I want to be free
it's just that I can clearly see
that I'm not good enough for you
even though you think our love is true
even though you think our love is true
Girl, these aren't the words I want to hear
Why don't you sit me down, buy me a beer
risk the sliding of a tear
and say
Baby, you and I are through
Just don't want you - what can I do?
Just don't want you - what can I do?
Instead you tell me I'm the best
So much nobler than the rest
Deserve a different better girl
Man, I hate it when you lie.
Man, I hate it when you lie.
These aren't the words I need to hear
Please sit me down, buy me a beer
risk the sliding of a tear
and say
Mister, you and I are through
Just don't want you - nothin' I can do.
Just don't want you - nothin' I can do.
If you wanna leave
don't introduce him to Eve
but kiss his cheek and say goodbye
thanks for the good times
let him plead - let him cry
but whatever you do - never lie!
but whatever you do - never lie!
Sit him down - buy him a beer
Risk the sadness - the heartbreaking tear
but whatever you do - never lie!
but whatever you do - never lie!
kisses
How many ways are there to kiss?
Do they all conjure blithe bliss?
The little peck upon the cheek
sometimes can feel a little weak
The juicy smooch upon the lips
causes my heart to do some flips
The tender buss slow and sweet
usually sweeps me off my feet
The desperate french with the probing tongue
makes me feel so sexy and young
The gallant lips upon my hand
make me feel so elegant and grand
but clearly the greatest kiss of all
(it could be Pyramus and Thisbee through the wall?)
is the peanut butter smack of a child - so small.
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