all i ever had

November 7, 2008 at 6:16 pm | Posted in poetry, writing | 14 Comments
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subtitle – oh no, Friday Night live,
subdrop – The Frank Zappa Riff
Dear Alessander and The Angel Headed Hipster
thankyou, i have not changed my ideas one iota
but i have become better in the implementation
of certain instruments, nudge nudge,
as a result of drunkenly stumbling
out of Argentinian steakhouse tango
parlours at dawn laughing and
toasting some sungod for his obvious
glaring and quite cliched blinding.

hypothesise my darling amber eyes up on
the pavement that ideas never die, it is the having
of them that’s important and watching as they fly,

i can’t control some outcome which occurs on
an event horizon all i ever wanted was for her
to hear me cry,
oh my what an act of perfect
transportative plumptiousness,
and watch her walk away like some ocean
perfect uncontained,
as Bob Marley sings
redemption song,

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  1. Gliding past Alessander, as he would do me I’m sure, my smile broadened muchly at even the sight of the wonderful Angel Headed Hipster. The middle is just gorgeously pirhouetting and twirling, with her wicked laugh teasing. Plumptiousness what a stupid word, haha.

  2. “your words clearly emancipate themselves from mental slavery,” said marley to squires, waiting for the guitar break…

    your references are always playful and provoke something intangible within me…

  3. amber eyes up on the pavement. wicked.

  4. like a hug
    like Mary i smile and such beautiful words.
    please uncle, tell me again what i should do in the Orchid room, I must have been looking out of the window…

  5. i am loving the musical themes running through your work these days, high art to low, loud to soft

  6. you are terribly inspiring and my favorite ~ ideas never die, it is the having
    of them that’s important and watching as they fly

  7. Thankyou all. I want to make a note for me here and call this a study in ‘i’ sounds. Haha,

  8. “the pavement that ideas never die, it is the having
    of them that’s important and watching as they fly”

    beautiful

  9. What a refrshingly different read! Did my old heart good, it did! Thanks for that. I have come to your blog via Jim’s The Truth about Lies. First impressions: very impressive.

  10. Paul….

    You have brought tears to eyes of mine…you captured me like noone else could, and I am terribly honored by this.
    Email coming
    (((((YOU))))))
    Yayayayay there she is! ((((((((((((((((((((((((((((you)))))))))))))))))))),

  11. wow that middle stanza wows

    hmmn and there really is an amber eyes up the pavement!

  12. second art predator on the second stanza, it captures one’s mind … and settles for a while.

    and the whole poem sings very well.

  13. ‘Watch her walk away like some ocean
    perfect
    uncontained…’
    Lovely………

  14. okay starting w/frank zappa.. way cool.. and ending with bob marley… oh, and inbetween “..the pavement that ideas never die, it is the having of them that’s important and watching as they fly, …” and “..oh my what an act of perfect transportative plumptiousness,
    ….” kudos paul..


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