Why, a train of a lovely day!

Walked with Cassidy,
Ashley, Mary-Lee (and her co-worker, Natalee),
With Mo, Sarah and Ary, who’s a member of a Greek family.
Oh!  I nearly forgot about running into my old, good buddy randomly,
The middle sibling of three variety:
Mr. Zachary.
Strolled through the Museum of Natural History,
Ketchupy, mustardy, oniony $2.00 hot doggy
Near Central Park West(erly).
We walked to find a water park most watery.
Instead, I found the Reservoir of Jaquelin Kennedy.
On a bench in the shad-did-diddy-ly-shadey,
Slidin’ back the plastic on some of Devin’s cheddar of the utmost cheesy,
Oh, how the taste will be left forever on my sacred memory.
We ended on pizza that wasn’t at all spicy,
And then a big chocolate chip cookie that was far from being icy.
Tired now, from said dinner that was so tasty,
And after a short run to make my train, so as to not upset Daddy,
(Hmmm…just heard a harliess man [a baldy]
Who was talking about a governmental, economical conspiracy theory)
I sat down somewhat sweaty
And met an actor in training at the Boston Conservatory
Who was named Morgan from Edison, New Jersey,
And who, in a moment of comedy,
Reached for the button (the same one as me!)
To help a poor, door-incompetent, older lady,
And then we laughed quasi-wholeheartedly
As our eyes met and we were all smiley-
Hrmp- a nice reflective moment ruined by a pack of drunkies who are horny-
Anyway, this train of a lovely day; this awesomely, interestingly, especially, and sincerely sticky Friday
Took place in the one, the only,
Amazingly, Outstandingly, Superkalafragelisticexpialadociously
NEW YORK CITY!

So now, good night, and may tomorrow be a great day.

Okay?

Dzemma ban
∞

My America I am to trust. Why, what’s all the fuss?

My homeland security, my land of absurdity,
My streets paved with gold and blood.
My soaring, smoking towers, my transmogrified presidential powers,
My incendiary, far-reaching, democratic brotherhood.

My America I am to trust.  Why, what’s all the fuss?
Whatever happened to that bright dream and promise?

My white neighbors strengthen, my blue families weaken,
My red suburban wasteland continually replicates.
My fingertips of expedience, my web-savvy convenience,
My fire-breathing, flag-waving, war-mongering state.

My America I am to trust.  Why, what’s all the fuss?
Whatever happened to that bright dream and promise?

My media’s leftist agenda, my media’s rightist agenda,
My middle men and women all but confused.
My elected (un-)officials, my power-seekers in scandals,
My blazing words hurling all sorts of scathing abuse.

My America I am to trust.  Why, what’s all the fuss?
Whatever happened to that bright dream and promise?

My lame ducks in rows, my (reality?-based) nightmarish shows,
My consumerist, conventional, guaranteed trash.
My starving fellows on the street, my land of plenty to eat,
My ever-burning, faith-valued, green-backed cash.

My America I am to trust.  Why, what’s all the fuss?
Whatever happened to that bright dream and promise?

My eyes are heavy, but my fingers are mighty,
My repugnant, reviled, “un”patriotic reproof all but done.
My country shakily stands as, through the neck, slip the sands,
My words, my tools, are my only truthfully American weapons.

My America I do trust.  But that’s not the fuss.
Whatever happened to that bright dream and promise?
Whatever happened to that bright dream and promise?
WHATEVER HAPPENED TO THAT BRIGHT DREAM AND PROMISE?

Dzemma ban
∞

Skyward bound in the short term

Ｕp!  Ｕp Ｉ say!  Ｈoist man

above himself and let him
simply be,

simply dream,

simply live,

and simply see things and people as they are and not as he would want them.

Ｌet the Ｆalse Ｍighty fall under theor own weight of falsehood.

Ｌet the Ｔruth Ｓeekers rise through their own lightness of approach.

Ｌet Ｍan embrace and respect his Ａnimal instincts, inclinations and doings, but don’t let him forget he’s a fragile creature in the Ｓea of the Ｕnknown.

Up!   Up I say!   Ｈoist man’s

dreams higher and higher,

beyond the miraculous,

beyond the ridiculous,

beyond the frivolous,

beyond the tempestuous nature of man’s reality that has made him
an enemy of himself,

a mockery of evolution,

a slave to unseen, unreal deities and those who wield fear and hatred as emisarries of those baseless creations.

Ｕp!  Ｕp Ｉ say!

Hoist man’s

spirit to the Realm of Realization of

his time, his place, his state

and his chaos amidst the chaos of

the natural and unnatural ordered disorders,

the known and the unknown ordered disorders,

the rich and the wretched,

the silent and the salient,

the dreaming damned and the boisterous bellowing bastards of the world

whose very souls will twist and be tormented until this Plague of Confusion is annihilated!

Up!  Up I say!

Ｄzemma ban
∞

Cunning Carnal Linguist

I’m a cunning carnal linguist.

I’ve broached subjects near and far.

I’ve searched for light without respite.

I’m raising that poetic sexual bar.

I’m a cunning carnal linguist.

I’ve plunged myself in deep.

I’ve discovered some ways to titillate my days.

I’m read to share and not keep.

I’m a cunning carnal linguist.

I’ve tongued my fair share of ears.

I’ve circled the space that’s led to that Holy Place.

I’m moving forward without fear.

I’m a cunning carnal linguist.

I’ve played a game or two.

I’ve torn and tussled, mauled and muscled.

I’m not one to shy away from blood-are you?

I’m a cunning carnal linguist.

I’ve enraptured those who aren’t free.

I’ve tried to be what they wanted from me.
I’m certain now they never could see.

I’m a cunning carnal linguist.

I’ve besmirched my fair share of beds.

I’ve done up and down on my wordy merry-go-round.

I’m always looking to get a head.

I’m a cunning carnal linguist.

I’ve broached subjects near and far.

I’ve searched for light without respite.

I’m raising that poetic sexual bar.

Dzemma ban

∞

here’s a toast

Here’s to that thing with the money
that speaks words dripping with honey,
that promises and promises
and brings us all smiles,
that knew, in the end,
that we’d all just be sitting in the aisles,
wondering what could have been.

Here’s to the people who labored
away for weeks to get a taste of that flavor
of the stage, who believed in a joke
about a play that poked
fun at silly actors and fools,
people who have hearts and souls
and wear them on their sleeves every day and night.

Dzemme ban

∞

what’s this, old man?

Hear ye, Hear ye,

The band’s just come in.

They’ve got a show that can blow you away.

We hope you’ll stick around all night and day.

Hear ye, Hear ye,

The ring leader’s a bit thin.

He’s offering penance to those who sway.

I see that retribution is hard to display.

Hear ye, Hear ye,

The time is now and not then.

You’ve got to move to get your work to play.

She’ll only respect you if you stay.

Dzemma ban

∞

Intersection on Lamma Island

I escaped the gray, massive, neon monster of economic machinations-

the cold concrete, the important-minded-

by wheels, by wings, by wayfaring waves to an isolated moment of new-found friendship and kindness.

We met by surprise and laughed in the first moment-

I knew there was something of substance-

at this intersection by the corner of Curiosity Boulevard and Innocent Street.

The blonde, brown-eyed beauty and the dark, hazel-eyed escapee-

we solved each others problems-

in the water, by the sand, under the moon, away from and close to Man’s magically misshapen-ed thrust into the Dark Ages of industrial creation and over-saturated grandeur.

We rinsed the sea away and laid in each others’ souls-

I told you of my moment of nirvana-

showing each other our beastly inclinations.

You toyed with me and shined in the moonlight, all the while smiling away any worries and doubts you ever had-

this was a Moment-

a minuscule flicker of love in this universe of cosmic bafflings and scriptured forebodings.

I miss you already as I head back to Shanghai by wayfaring waves, by wings, by wheels-

back to the gray and cold-

I’ll see you again (perhaps) at a different intersection of humanity and timelessness when we’re just as lost and uncertain of anything except each other.

Dzemma ban

∞

i sleep fla’

mawma, di’n’t you teach me to sleep fla’?

that i wa’n’t one to roll ‘roun’ an’ ‘roun’?

mawma, di’n’t you teach me to sleep fla’?

that i wa’n’t one to sleep a’roun’ an’ a’roun’?

i di’n’t mean ta make ya’ll mad an’ such.

all i wan’ed was to be yer fav’rite girl.

an’ all i di’ was make ya mad an’ such.

an’ i think you’ve lost yer fav’rite girl.

mawma, i hear day say i’m a-have-ta get put down,

and i don’ wan’ to be put down at all.

mawma, i hear day say i’m a-have-to-get laid down,

and i don’ wan’ to be scare’ at all.

i di’n’t mean ta make ya’ll mad an’ such.

all i wan’ed was to be yer fav’rite girl.

an’ all i di’ was make ya mad an’ such.

an’ i think you’ve lost yer fav’rite girl.

mawma, they say i’m a-sleep fla’ foreva

’cause things don’ work out nice an’ right.

mawma, they say i’m a-rest fla’ foreva

’cause things don’ work out nice an’ right.

i di’n’t mean ta make ya’ll mad an’ such.

all i wan’ed was to be yer fav’rite girl.

an’ all i di’ was make ya mad an’ such.

an’ i think you’ve lost yer fav’rite girl.

but, mawma, you di’n’t teach me to sleep fla’,

and so i di’ roll ‘roun’ an’ ‘roun’.

and mawma, you di’n’t teach me to sleep fla’,

and so foreva i’m a-layin’ in the groun’.

Dzemma ban

∞

Shanghai First Kiss

Give her your bright, your enriched, your kempt,

and she will make sloven creatures of them.

She cares not for your ancestry nor history-

she seeks the bold, the flowering, the illustrious.

Shanghai swallows all those who come

by way of that first kiss that ruins

any innocence that still remained within them.

I believe that my first kiss with Shanghai

matters most since I

have kissed so few other cities so passionately.

Four years on I still remember that first time-

we met in the lurid darkness, her streets alive.

She wore a flowing gown of silky red, her legs reaching to the sky.

She whispered in my ear, “Welcome mister.”

She grabbed me, held me, embraced me,

hit me, beat me, shook me,

jostled me, kicked me, threw me

and left her indelible taste on my tongue.

All I could do was fall in love with her,

and all I’ve done since is looked for reasons to stay with her.

But I’ve been ravaged and savaged by her,

and I’ve been taken for a ride by her.

Yet, the addict has his candy, the tasty treat.

I’ve gotten to sucking on Shanghai’s sweet teat,

and I can’t ween myself away- I can’t.

The look she gives me, the potential to save me-

I opened wide and let her ruin me.

And I’m still by her side.

Dzemma ban

∞

Let us indulge

Let us indulge.

Let us allow ourselves to indulge.

The finer and basic aspects of our lifetimes require indulgence.

They wouldn’t be there otherwise.

Let us eat cake and, from the Earth, make a sacrifice to the lords of life.

It is not for us to decide whether or not we may survive.

So, therefore, let us enjoy what little cake we have before our mighty, short-lived stars explode and disperse.

Dzemma ban

∞