Tuesday, August 22, 2017

Three Queens And A Joker






If I knew now what I thought I knew then I'd still be in trouble. The world was black and white. Girls were sugar and spice and everything nice. Boys were snaps and snails and puppy dog tails. Then, Elvis.

I've struggled with all of it ever since.

A friend reminded me recently that I've always wanted to give away all that I own. Seems crazy. I'm not trying to buy love. I don't think I am. It wouldn't buy much.

The price of seeing the world through the poet's eyes is steep. I see way too much and I know far too little. I cry about things that I saw years ago. I can't list all that I've lost. It hurts too much.

The other side of the coin, of course, is the joy. Only local ordinances keep my pants on and that doesn't always work. If you're tired of me telling you that I love you, get in line.




Monday, August 21, 2017

You Don't Have To Cook






The full truth just is. You don't need me to preach peace and love to know what to do. Life's easy if you don't get in the way. All the odds will be played and everything will happen. 

Every thing.

Sometimes I can't tell the hillbilly music from the soul music. I suppose I can always tell the good from the bad.

Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.







Sunday, August 20, 2017

Fashion and Me





Several folks just stood around me and made fun of my haircut. It began with, "Oh, you got your hair cut," and quickly moved to, "Oh, wait. You did that. You cut your hair!"

The happy ending is that one of the bunch finally said, "You sure take it well." 

Honestly, the bad part, the worst part is the back. Well, there you go. I can't see the back. That's why it's so bad. 

Women in my life have done what they could with me. 

It's not that I don't care...

Yeah, I suppose it is. No wonder I take it well.










Saturday, August 19, 2017

Do You Know Who I Am?






So I just read that happiness is the new rich. I guess I'm about the richest. Inner peace is the new success. Cheers! Health is the new wealth. Just put it on my tab. Kindness is the new cool. I'm trying. I'm trying. I was never good at cool but I've always tried to be kind.

There's peace and joy on the horizon and it's coming regardless of our patience.

Love hard. Harder,



                                    

Friday, August 18, 2017

I Don't Care About Forever Anymore






You don't love for them. You love for you. I know it sounds selfish but it's the opposite. Once my biggest worry was how to make the love stay. Looking back, my concern was assurance that I would never be abandoned.

Of course I always admired shiny paint, young women, fresh flowers.

At some point the regal beauty of rust and wrinkles became obvious. Records sound better to me now with the scratches where I remember them. Old dogs have the purest love in the world in those cloudy, tired eyes.

Every now and then I run across one of those articles that "reveal" the regrets of people on their deathbeds. I guess there are folks out there looking for quotes from final gasps. I always read them. They always make me feel good. I suppose that's the point.

1. They always wish they had lived a life more true to themselves.
Hey- I carry a pink, paper wallet!

2. They shouldn't have worked so hard.
I've played rock'n'roll for over half a century.

3. They regret not having expressed their feelings.
Now I have made folks feel uncomfortable expressing my feelings but I won't leave the planet with any big secrets. Here I am before the sun is up spilling my heart out to you. I told her that I love her.

4. They should have stayed in touch with friends. 
I play in a band with guys that I've worked with for fifty years. My pals from elementary school that I don't hang around with are dead.

5. They always seem to wish that they had allowed themselves to be happier.
Well, sir, I try to look at life like one of those old Disney cartoons where every character is some variation of Goofy and the soundtrack is from one of those laughing records from Mad Magazine. I do what I can.

I do love her.




Thursday, August 17, 2017

I Test Well






All my life I seem to have done well on standardized tests. All those things at the end of high school- I got scores that were close to perfect. Don't let me fool you into thinking that I'm smart. I did well on the subjects that I don't know anything about. Trigonometry. Calculus. 

I finish before pretty much everyone else, too. I'm pretty sure that's because I can't bear sitting there taking a test.

Somehow it all failed me in growing up. Oh, I've always been good at balancing a checkbook and my table manners are alright.

The important stuff, though, it's all been slow. I just don't take much seriously. You can dress me up but I'll soon be a mess. I want everything I see and then when I get it, I don't want it. I'll show off for attention and sometimes I cry when I'm left alone.



                                        




Wednesday, August 16, 2017

True To Myself







So long adolescence. I never settled in very well. Current events demand my participation and the world seems to be on fire. While we teeter on the brink of nuclear war, that event has been pushed off of the front page by nazis and klansmen marching in Virginia.

Me? I remember when there were stars in the sky; when radio programmers played stuff they liked. Of course cocaine and whores and fifty dollar bills helped 'em like some of it. Can we just call them disc jockeys again?

Read the best book you can find. Not the old one. Not the new one. Read the best book you can find.

If some guy named Bob tells you what music is good and you have to pay Bob money, I'm not interested in anything you've got for me, thanks.