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

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