THE ANT

MOSSY GREEN

LINES THE POND...

PINE AND

SYCAMORE

STAND TOGETHER

WATCHING

REFLECTIONS OF

SKY ON WATER

I AM AMUSED

IN THIS PLACE...

FREE TO SMILE

AND PLAY

WITH A LONE ANT

ON HIS WAY

TO AN IMPORTANT

DESTINATION

I GIVE THE ANT

A NAME...

I SHOWER

THIS SMALL CREATURE

WITH MY LOVE

AND RESPECT

FOR THIS IS

A GALLANT ANT

NEVER BEFORE

HAVE I SEEN

SUCH GALLANTRY

FROM ONE

SO SMALL

YET UNAFRAID

I SURMISE

THE LESSON IS MINE

THOUGH I AM SMALL

I AM UNAFRAID

THOUGH I AM ALONE

I AM UNDAUNTED

THOUGH I AM NOT

AS GREAT AS YOU

I HAVE YOU

ADMIRING ME...

Bobby Jameson Mar 17, 2010

OUTLAW

OUTLAW

MY WAY....

BORN OUT

OF EXPERIENCE

BITTER IN

NATURE...

LIFELONG

FRUSTRATIONS

AGAINST THE

REALITIES

OF TIME

WHEN

WEAK MEN

USE

BAD LAW

AGAINST

THE MANY

AND LABOR

ENDLESSLY

IN PURSUIT

OF THEIR GREED

I...THE
SELF-PROCLAIMED

ENEMY

OF TYRANNY

AND DECEIT

GUNSLINGER

AND SOCIAL

REJECT...

ARMED

WITH A

SMITH AND WESSON

MOUTH

AND A

WINCHESTER

MIND...

RIDE BY

NIGHT

AGAINST

THE MOON

DETERMINED

AND ALONE

DANGEROUS AND

FREE

Bobby Jameson Jan 10, 2010

THE OBLIGATION

THE TOOLS OF

THE GUARD

STAND READY

IN THE INFINITE

CIRCUS OF LIFE

LIKE DAZZLING

STICKS

DANCING ON

FLUID AIR

THEY TWIRL

PROTECT AT
ALL COSTS

THOSE 

ENTRUSTED TO

YOUR CARE

LET NO ONE

MISTAKE THE

DEDICATION
OR PURPOSE 

OF THE GUARD

HE WILL NOT

WAVER 

OR CRY

NOR GIVE GROUND

TO INVADERS

LET THOSE

WHO HAVE HEARD

THE WARNING

NOW BE

OBLIGATED BY IT...

Boby Jameson Jan 1, 2010

NAKED LUNCH

I CANNOT EAT

WHAT IS UNFIT

I CANNOT FIT

INTO WHAT IS UNEATEN

THE NAKEDNESS

OF REALITY

THE GLARE OF MISERY

IN ONE'S EYES

THE MUTE SCREAM

OF SURVIVAL

TESTAMENT TO

LOSS AND DESPERATION

SQUANDER ALL

SAVE NOTHING

TOMORROW IS

SPOKEN FOR

NOT IN WORDS

BUT IN DEEDS

TO PROPERTY

TO MAYHEM

LOSE NOT THE

BATTLE OF DEATH

OR YOU SHALL BE

FACED WITH A LIFE

THE TRAGEDY OF

THE EXQUISITE

THE PAIN OF BEAUTY

GLANCING BACK

I HAVE COME THIS WAY

NOT OFTEN

BUT OFTEN ENOUGH

TO REMEMBER

REMEMBER THE LIGHT

REMEMBER THE ODOR

AND TO RECALL

MY LOST SOUL

Bobby Jameson Dec 22, 2009

MY WEARINESS AMAZES ME......

SECLUDED MORNING

MYSTERY OF LIFE...

OF DEATH

AND BEYOND

BOB DYLAN'S LINE

MY WEARINESS

AMAZES ME

I'M BRANDED ON

MY FEET

IS CLEAR AS A BELL...

STANDING ALONE

I AM AMAZED AT
MY OWN WEARINESS

I HAVE WORKED

ALL MY LIFE

AND STILL WONDER

WHY I BOTHERED

BUT IN TRUTH

I WAS COMPELLED

FAR BEYOND THE

REALM OF CHOICE

I HAD LITTLE TO DO

WITH IT

EVEN NOW AS I

WRITE THESE WORDS...

Bobby Jameson Dec 1, 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

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

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

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

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

YOU SOLD IT I MADE IT

I WROTE IT

YOU STOLE IT

I SANG IT

YOU TOOK IT

I LIVE LIKE A DYING TREE

YOU STOLE IT

I WROTE IT

YOU TOOK IT

I SANG IT

NOTHING'S WHAT YOU GIVE TO ME

I MADE IT

YOU SOLD IT

I OWN IT

YOU HOLD IT

I'M STARVING RIGHT HERE ON YOUR STREET

YOU SOLD IT

I MADE IT

YOU HOLD IT

I OWN IT

MY MISERY NOW IS COMPLETE

Bobby Jameson Sep 2009

SILK IN THE WIND

PINNED TO CONCRETE

LIKE A CHRIST OF

ABSURDITY

A MILLSTONE AROUND

MY OWN NECK

YOU GET USED TO

THE PAIN

YOU HAVE TO

TO LIVE WITH IT

USED TO THE

LONELINESS OF BLACK

NOTHING

NOTHING BUT ME

TO TALK TO

WHERE THE FUCK

ARE YOU GOD

WHERE THE FUCK ARE YOU

I WRITE BECAUSE I

CAN

IT'S ALL I DO

IT'S ALL I HAVE

I DON'T CARE WHAT

I WRITE

I JUST WRITE TO

BURN OFF THE MISERY

SYLVIA PLATH UNDERSTOOD

SHE LIVED AND DIED

WHERE I AM

SHE WROTE

AND COMMITTED SUICIDE

I LIKE HER WRITING

I LIKED HER WILL

HER DARKNESS

AND HER LOVE

SHE IS GONE BUT

HER WORDS

ARE HERE

WITH MY WORDS

MINGLED LIKE SILK

IN THE WIND

LAREDO

AS I WALKED OUT

IN THE STREETS

OF LAREDO

I SAID

WHAT THE FUCK

AM I DOING HERE?

MANY PEOPLE

ANSWERED IN UNISON

I DON'T KNOW

THEY SAID

WHY DON'T

YOU LEAVE?

I WAS GOING TO

I SAID

UNTIL YOU SAID

LEAVE

NOW I'M GOING

TO STAY HERE

JUST TO

PISS YOU OFF

Bobby Jameson Aug 24, 2009