THIS OLD PLACE

SHADOW WORLD

DUSTY NOW

EMPTY PAGES

ASKING HOW

BOOKCASE EYES

NOTEBOOK FACE

NO ONE COMES

TO THIS OLD PLACE

BROKEN PENCILS

DRIED UP PEN

WON'T YOU EVER

WRITE AGAIN

PAPER CLIPS

AND RUBBER BANDS

NOTHING TOUCHED

BY ARTIST'S HANDS

ROOM THAT CRIES

IN PAPER BITS

STUBBORN DRAWER

THAT NEVER FITS

FILES OF NOTHING

BUT THE PAST

THINGS ONCE NEW

THAT DIDN'T LAST

TWO OLD WINDOWS

THEY JUST STARE

AT EACH OTHER

NO ONE'S THERE

THEY KEEP WATCH

FOR THAT OLD FACE

BUT NO ONE COMES

TO THIS OLD PLACE

Robert Parker Jameson Mar 28, 2009

BEAUTY LIKE NO OTHER

SUBTLE RAIN

UPON MY FACE

MY HEART

IS TIRED OF CARING

WHERE IS ALL

THE PRECIOUS GRACE

OF WE

WHO ARE DESPAIRING

YELLOW SQUASH

I HOLD IN HAND

MY PLAN

A PAN WITH BUTTER

COOKING SLOWLY

HERE I STAND

WITH NO WORDS

LEFT TO UTTER

PINEY GREENS

AND CHILE BEANS

MELTED CHEESE

AND BACON

WISHED I KNEW

WHAT THIS ALL MEANS

THE BEST

HAVE ALL BEEN TAKEN

KITCHEN SMELLS

LIKE DINNER'S READY

MEALS

I EAT ALONE

GONE ARE GIRLS

WHO ONCE WERE STEADY

LADIES

I HAVE KNOWN

RAIN IS TAPPING

ON THE GLASS

ASKING ME

TO LISTEN

NATURE'S SIMPLE

HOLY MASS

EACH CRYSTAL DROP

DOTH GLISTEN

LOVERS LONG GONE

FROM MY ARMS

NO ONE

TO HAVE OR HOLD

MISSING ALL

THEIR PLEASANT CHARMS

I SIT HERE

GROWING OLD

IF BY CHANCE

I GET THE CHANCE

TO KISS

AND TOUCH ANOTHER

I WILL LET

MYSELF ROMANCE

THAT BEAUTY

LIKE NO OTHER

Bobby Jameson Apr 6, 2009

DREAM UNTIL CREATED

LOOKING BETWEEN

THE PIECES OF MYSELF

THE STEEL BEAMS

OF SELF DECEPTION

AND REFLECTION

CRAWLING IN AND OUT

OF THE LINES

OF BEGINNING AND END

SPLIT BETWEEN

LIGHT AND DARK

SAFETY DOES NOT EXIST

BUT IN THE MIND

LIKE A PROMISE

EVER KEPT

UNTIL BROKEN

THE ALPHA AND OMEGA

OF TRUST

SINGED BY REALITY

KILLED BY TREACHERY

AND REBORN

LIKE THE PHOENIX

LIVING IN THE STONE ITSELF

A VIEW OUT

BEING THE THING

YOU DREAM

UNTIL CREATED

CAST LIKE A GOLDEN STATUE

ON THE FACE

OF GOD

SEEING

THE THING THOUGHT

AS COMPLETE

Bobby Jameson June 5, 2009

NOSE HAIR

LIME GREEN SKY

WITH TURQUOISE STARS

LOOKING DOWN

ON A PURPLE LANDSCAPE

OF MONKEY BUTT TREES

I IN MY LACK OF CORRESPONDING ABSURDITY

CRAWL INTO A SLEEPING PLACE

FOR A WINK AND A NOD

WHAT TREACHERY LAY AHEAD

WHAT SLEEPING WILLOW WACK

WILL I MEET ON LAZY STREET

THESE ARE THE PONDERINGS

OF AN OAF BEATLE

THIS IS THE WICKED WIZARD'S

BABBLING BEASTOCTOMY

I IN NO WAY ADMIT TO ANYTHING

PERPETRATED BY HOOLIGANS AND PIMPTRESSES

BUT I WILL AGREE

TO WAX ALL FORM OF NOSE HAIR

BEFORE DINNER AND LUNCH

Bobby Jameson Apr 13, 2009

A PROPHET'S SIGHING

UPSIDE DOWN

AND DOUBLE JOINTED

HE WHO CLAIMS

THAT HE'S ANOINTED

COULD IT BE

A PROPHET'S SIGHING

WHEN ARE WORDS

TURNED INTO LYING

SEE THE WATCHER

AT THE GATE

OF CROOKED LINES

THAT ARE NOT STRAIGHT

WHISPER TO THE
MOON AND STARS

COME AND TOUCH

HIS HOLY SCARS

BREATHE THE BREATH

AND SEE THE EYES

NOW BE DONE

WITH COMPROMISE

BRING YOUR SWOARD
TO SACRED BATTLE

VICTORY OVER DEATH

DOTH RATTLE...

Bobby Jameson Apr 18, 2009

THINGS I SEE

BLACK CHERRY TREES

SET AGAINST A COTTON FENCE

CHILDREN WEARING CANDY

LAUGHING AT THE WIND

GOLDEN BIRDS FLYING

IN SILVER SKIES

SINGING NOTES OUT

OF THEIR WINGS

GREEN GRASS OF EMERALD

RISING LIKE MATCHSTICKS

IN THE MOLASSES MORNING

OF WAKENING DREAMS

I HAVE NOT MISSED THE BEAUTY

IT LIVES IN MY HEART

LIKE A CHILD IN IT'S MOTHER'S ARMS

THESE TOO ARE THINGS I SEE

TOSSED SALAD ON A REDWOOD WORLD

MUSHROOMS IN A FRYING PAN

HOT BREAD ON A CHILLY DAY

LEAVES ON A STILL POND

LIKE TINY SHIPS FROM HEAVEN

COME TO THE PROMISED LAND

COME TO THE HEARTS OF PARADISE

WHERE GOODNESS LIVES

THESE TOO ARE THINGS I SEE

AND FEEL

AND LOVE

AND NEED

Bobby Jameson Mar 24, 2009

A GIANT PAIR OF ROLLER SKATES

DEATH AFTER LIFE

THAT'S WHAT IT'S ALL ABOUT

THE BIG SLEEP

WHICH IS NOT REALLY A SLEEP AT ALL

IT'S WHERE THEY AWARD YOU

ALL YOUR MERIT BADGES

FOR GOING THROUGH

ALL THIS TWICE

HELL I DIDN'T LIKE

GOING THROUGH IT ONCE

I DIDN'T WIN ANY BADGES EITHER

BADGES I DON'T NEED NO STINKING BADGES

THE ONLY THING ANY GOOD

ABOUT THIS WHOLE THING CALLED LIFE

WAS BEANY AND CECIL

AND CAPTAIN HUFF-N-PUFF

LIFE AFTER DEATH

DEATH AFTER LIFE

I JUST KEEP THINKING ABOUT

A GIANT PAIR OF ROLLER SKATES

BIG ENOUGH TO LIE DOWN ON

AS I CRUISE THE BLVD.

AND CHECK OUT THE DAMES

AND ALL THOSE MANHOLE COVERS

Bobby Jameson Apr 9, 2009

FUMBLING BUMBLING DAY

MINGLING JINGLING

SINGLING SONG

I'M JUST WINGIN' IT

WALKIN' ALONG

I'M TOO PLEASED

FOR MUCH TO GO WRONG

WITH MY MINGLING JINGLING SONG

FUMBLING BUMBLING

STUMBLING DAY

I CAN'T SEEM

TO GET OUTTA MY WAY

BETTER I STAY

OUT HERE AND PLAY

WITH MY FUMBLING BUMBLING DAY

Bobby Jameson June 5, 2009