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

WINTER HERE ALL SUMMER LONG

I FIND I HAVE NO ANSWERS

TO THE QUESTIONS THAT I ASK

NO RHYME OR ANY REASON

FOR MY SOLITARY TASK

I WAIT HERE IN THE TWILIGHT

I KNOW NOW WHAT WENT WRONG

CAUSE IT'S BEEN JUST LIKE WINTER HERE

ALONE ALL SUMMER LONG

MAYBE IF I'D LISTENED MORE

TO WHAT YOU HAD TO SAY

YOU'D BE HERE WITH ME RIGHT NOW

INSTEAD OF GONE AWAY

I WISH I WOULD HAVE THOUGHT OF THIS

BEFORE I WROTE THIS SONG

CAUSE IT'S BEEN JUST LIKE WINTER HERE

ALONE ALL SUMMER LONG

Bobby Jameson Aug 19, 2009

MY HEART IS A ROAD ON THE WALL

I CRY IN THE NIGHT

LIKE THE RAIN

I FALL FROM MY EYES

IT'S INSANE

AND NOTHING GOES ON

BUT THE PAIN

I CRY IN THE NIGHT

LIKE THE RAIN

MY EYES ARE LIKE WINDOWS

OF GLASS

I FALL FROM MY MOUTH

LIKE THE PAST

BUT THINGS THAT STILL HURT

ARE WHAT LAST

MY EYES ARE LIKE

WINDOWS OF GLASS

MY HEART IS A ROAD

ON THE WALL

I FALL FROM MY HANDS

LIKE A BALL

THERE'S NOBODY LEFT

I CAN CALL

MY HEART IS A ROAD

ON THE WALL

Bobby Jameson Aug 11, 2009

AMERICA'S JUNGLE

THE NEON BOULEVARDS

OF AMERICA'S JUNGLE

SMALL CITIES AND TOWNS

OF CRUEL HEARTS

WHERE I STOOD AGAINST

THE LIARS AND HYPOCRITES

WHO CARVED THEIR INSIGNIAS

IN THE FLESH OF THE EARTH

I CARRIED THE WOLF IN MY BONES

AND WALKED IN HIS FOOTPRINTS

HUNTING THE TONGUES OF LYING MOUTHS

AS THEY SANG FROM THE FALSE BOOK

I MET PEOPLE

WITH TWO FACES AND NO HEART

I SAW THEIR WORDS

WRITTEN IN BLOOD ON THEIR FOREHEADS

I PASSED THEIR SHRINES

BUILT TO GLORIFY

THEIR IGNORANCE

AND DEAD LEADERS

I SAW THEIR FLAG

WHICH WAS MADE

FROM THE SKIN

OF THOSE THEY HAD KILLED

I WANDERED THEIR CITIES

BUILT ON THE DEATH OF FORESTS

AND BREATHED

THE POISON AIR

I SAW HONOR

THROWN IN THE GUTTERS OF PROFIT

AND HEARD LIARS PROCLAIM THEMSELVES

MORAL BEINGS

I SAW CHILDREN

CRUCIFIED BY RELIGION

AND TORMENTED

WITH SHAME

ALL THESE THINGS

I SAW AND HEARD

ON THE NEON BOULEVARDS

OF AMERICA'S JUNGLE

Bobby Jameson July 22, 2009

CARNIVORE DELUX

THE ANCIENT WOLF

THE MAGNIFICENT MISFIT

CARNIVORE DELUX

WITH EYES OF STEEL

THAT SEE IN DARK

AND CRAWL INSIDE A THING

TO FEAST ON

THE AROMA OF FEAR

I GIVE PRAISE TO YOU WOLF

I WALKED BESIDE YOU

IN THE HUNT

NESTLED IN THE LAIR

AGAINST YOUR STIFF COAT

AND TASTED

YOUR PREY

IN THE WIND

WHY DO I GO TO THE WORLD

OF MAN

LIVE WITH THEM

WHEN MY HEART

IS WITH YOU

TRACKING THE SCENT

OF THAT WHICH RUNS

IN EBONY BLACK

WHY IN MY HUMILIATION

DO I WALK THE

CONCRETE JUNGLES OF MAN

WHOSE SHARP TEETH ARE IN

THEIR LIES

AND WHOSE STRENGTH

IN POCKETS

OF FEAR THEY WEAR

WHAT MADNESS

HAVE I WROUGHT

ON MYSELF

TO INCARCERATE

MY SOUL

AS PRISONER

IN THEIR

DUNGEON OF DECEPTION

BLUEJAY

SOFTLY SINGING
TO THE BLUEJAY

WHO DECIDED
WE WERE FRIENDS

WHILE HE STANDS
AND LISTENS TO ME

SINGS ALONG AND
LOVE HE SENDS

LITTLE FEET THAT
HOLD HIM PROUDLY

TINY HEAD THAT
MOVES ABOUT

FEATHERS BLUE AND GREY
PLACED NEATLY

NOW AND THEN
HE'LL GIVE A SHOUT

MAYBE IT'S A
SHE NOT HE BIRD

MAYBE I DON'T
REALLY KNOW

JUST THAT IT COMES
CALLING ON ME

ALL THIS STARTED
YEARS AGO

WHEN I'M SAD AND
DEEPLY TROUBLED

STANDING UP
AGAINST THE PAIN

I WILL SEE MY
LITTLE BLUEJAY

BACK TO WISH
ME WELL AGAIN

Bobby Jameson July 18, 2009

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