Saturday, October 17, 2009

THE 60'S A POEM by Bobby Jameson



IT WAS 1966
AS I WALKED ALONG
SUNSET BLVD
IN THE HAZY
SUNLIT AFTERNOON
TOWARD THE
HAMBURGER HAMLET
FOR A BEER

THE SIDEWALKS
WERE WELL TRAVELED
THEN AND FRIENDLY
INQUISITIVE FACES
GREETED YOU
WITH THEIR EYES
AND SMILES
A PARADISE NOW LOST

PAISLEY PATTERNS
AND RIBBON SHIRTS
BEADS AND BANGLES
GALORE
CLINKED AND CLATTERED
FAINTLY
IN THE WARM BREEZE
OF WEST HOLLYWOOD


IN THE BACKGROUND
THE SOUND OF
JOHNNY RIVERS
DOING AN
AFTERNOON SET
AT THE WHISKY A GO GO
LURING IN
THE STEADY FOOT TRAFFIC

THE RICH AND FAMOUS
MIXED EASILY
WITH THE
STREET PEOPLE
AND FLOWER CHILDREN
THE BARRIERS OF CLASS
TEMPORARILY
DROPPING AWAY

IN THIS DREAM WORLD
OF LOVE AND PEACE
HAND MADE CRAFTS
WERE LIKE GOLD
SOUGHT OUT BY THOSE
EAGER TO FIT INTO
THE WILD WHIMSY
OF THE TIMES

THE SUNSET STRIP
A PATHWAY TO
HIGHER CONSCIOUSNESS
AND LOVE
A DOORWAY TO HEAVEN
AS IT VISITED EARTH
BRIEFLY IN THE 60'S

Bobby Jameson Oct 17, 2009

Tuesday, October 13, 2009

CADILLAC REGRETS



I WALK ON
TILTED WALLS
LIKE AN
ARCHANGEL
FROM THE
PENNY ARCADE
OF MISERY...
SPIT SHINED
NICKELS
ADORN THE FLOOR
OF LAST RESORT
IN A VACATION PARADISE
FOR LOSERS

SINGLE HANDED
FAILURES
CASCADE FROM ABOVE
AND OUT THE
BACK DOOR
OF MY HEART...
THEY ARE
CADILLAC REGRETS
PARKED IN THE LOT
OF SADNESS
ON THE
WRONG SIDE
OF NOWHERE...


Bobby Jameson Oct 13, 2009



Monday, October 12, 2009

NOBODY'S DREAMBOAT




BLITZKRIEG MOMENTS
WITH MILITARY
PRECISION
SLAM MY HEAD
INTO THE SUN

CRIMSON FEELINGS
ADORN MY SLEEPLESS
FORM
AS IT WANDERS THE
HALLS OF INJUSTICE

SNAPDRAGON TONGUES
LICK MY WOUNDS
AND POUR ON
THE SALT
WITH A SMILE
FOR GOOD MEASURE

I AIN'T NOBODY'S
DREAMBOAT BABY
NOT LIKELY
I'M A SPUTTERING
REJECT
FROM THE 60'S

RUNNING AT
GLASS WALLS ON
A SUICIDE MISSION
FOR HELM'S BAKERY
AND ALL YOU CAN'T EAT

JACKSON POLLOCK
CAFETERIA STYLE
TODAY'S SPECIAL
SYLVIA PLATH
ON RICE

LET IT BLEED BOYS
THE COLOR RED
LOOKS GOOD
ON THE
INVISIBLE MAN

AIN'T NO HIGHER CALLING
THAN THE
END RESULT OF
A BAD BEGINNING
WE CAN'T ALL LOSE

SOMEBODY'S GOT
TO WIN
NO MATTER
HOW PAINFUL
IT IS

Bobby Jameson Oct 12, 2009

LOST HIGHWAY




SOLITUDE
MOOD
LIKE NOTES
IN A ROOM FULL
OF HARMONIES
CORNER CAFE
AND A CUP A
PICK ME UP
SMOKE
ON THE
RUN
AN ALL NIGHTER
IN NASHVILLE
WITH ALL DAY
BLUES
IN
A TABLETOP
PARADISE
OF CADILLACS
AND PONTIACS
SEEIN THE WORLD
FROM A BACKSEAT
WHILE LIVIN FAST
ON THE
SLOW BURN
YOU DRINK AND
THINK
AND THERE'S
A FEELING
IN THE AIR
A PILL OR TWO
MAYBE MORE
YOU SOAR FOR
A MOMENT
AND LIVE
LIFE IN THE 50'S
ON THE
ROAD TO
RUIN
YOU'RE
HANK WILLIAMS
AND YOU'RE
TRAVELIN
ON THE
LOST HIGHWAY

Bobby Jameson Oct 12, 2009 1:30AM

Sunday, October 11, 2009

KEROUAC AND POLLOCK


KEROUAC AND POLLOCK

HURLING ART

AT THE WORLD

OF NON-BELIEVERS

BRILLIANT COLORS

IN A

BLACK AND WHITE

REALITY


CINEMATIC SENTENCES

AND PROLIFIC SPLASHES

OF GENIUS

WRONG WAY

THE RIGHT WAY

NO BRUSH

NO PEN

BUT EMOTIONS

SLAMMED AGAINST

THE PINK

UNDERBELLY

OF A CHURCH PEW

REALITY


BORN OUT OF

A NAKED LUNCH BOX

WITH BURROUGHS

EYES

AND BETTY DAVIS

KNUCKLES

JACKSON AND

JACK

P AND K

LIGHT YEARS

AHEAD

SOFTLY

WITH A KISS

WITH A FIST

WITH A

HEART

ON FIRE.....................


Bobby Jameson Oct 11, 2009


Sunday, October 4, 2009

AND ENDLESS BITS


WORDS
LIKE BULLETS
TEAR THE AIR
FIND THEIR MARK
AND BURY THERE

MEANINGS SLAM
AGAINST THE
MIND 
THEIR RESIDUES
THEY LEAVE BEHIND

LIKE COLORS THROWN
IN FURIED FITS
THE REDS
THE BLUES
AND ENDLESS BITS

OF SPLATTER
BLASTING
LIGHT AND HUE
A RAINBOW BURNING
IN THE DEW

AGAINST THE WILL
OF FRENZIED THOUGHT
A POINT OF VIEW
IS FINELY
WROUGHT

Bobby Jameson Oct 4, 2009

THE BOULEVARD



I WALK
THE BOULEVARD
AT NIGHT...
BLACK LEATHER
MOMENTS
ARE TATTOOED
ON MY EYES
AND GARBAGE CAN
FEELINGS ARE
STRUNG LIKE LIGHTS
ACROSS MY SMILE

HURRY DOWN
AND
GET IT UP
CISCO
CAUSE PONCHO'S
ON A RAMPAGE
OF PITY
IN THE CITY OF SIN
WITH BAD LUCK
AND BEAUTY...
DO ME TWO
TIMES...

ROMEO RHYTHMS
AND PAISLY PARTS
SNAP LIKE
WHIP SPANKS
AND SPARKLES
NEAR THE MANHOLE
TO HELL
THE BOULEVARD WALK...
TAKLIN SHIT
TO THE SKY...

JUSTICE IS WHERE
YOU LOSE IT
AND FATE
IS A FATE
BETTER THAN DEATH...
YOU CAN'T BEAT
THE ODDS BUDDY
BUT KEEP ON TRYIN
DADDY-O
IT'S THE BOULEVARD...

Bobby Jameson Oct 4, 2009