The Friend

Leaving Denny's

Sane enough to write a song,

Then back to sleep again.

Something in my head is wrong.

Music's where I've been.

All the shrinks in Christendom

And Hindustani too

Fascinate the masses some,

But don't know what to do.

Christ! The pain. And god the hell!

Something is amiss.

And I'm supposed to love the fell

Thing that makes me feel like this?

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Bach

I said, “I love you.”
And you said, “I know.”
On the cello

Bach is soft and low.

Beautiful!

And I've no where to go,

But to sit and

Feel the time go slow.

Inside the little box

I call my mind,

67 years

Yet undefined.

Forget the tomb!

Be selfish, honest, kind -

Something that

The universe designed.

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The Friend

You are honest. You are kind.

But not the ones you know.

Breeding tells. And you will find

Them pissing in the snow.

Breeding tells? Breeding tells?

No, not breeding. No.

But self-restraint, a gentle mind,

And a willingness to grow.

2-6-14

Chemists

Brilliant men in stiff white smocks

Create the pills, ignore the clocks -

So if your doctor – not as bright -

Has your diagnosis right -

You'll take a pill, go to bed

Believing you are almost dead,

Pass the night in sleepless pain,

Get up feeling good again.

Genius chemists got you through.

They should be the gods for you.

Quiet brains and secular,

They're the only gods there are.

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