Warren Zevon

A sage remarked
While we sat on a log
Beside a dry creek
About a mile north of my house
Looking for a rock fort
In the woods
If you are a writer and something wonderful enters your mind, first thank some God for it and then revise it.

A philosopher observed
Whilst we threw rocks at a mailbox
Early in the morning
After drinking wine all night
Try nothing if nothing works.

A poet opined
While we sat on his porch
Smoking cigarettes
Watching fireworks explode
Over a football stadium
American intellectuals of the last twenty-five years have suffered from a kind of sleep deprivation or dream famine. They have abandoned literature for politics without a moment's thought for the ironic consequences.

A Drill Sergeant sang
While we marched
Up a hill called Agony and down a hill called Misery
Into a valley
That may as well have been
Hell on Earth
Lear jet swat team on a midnight run with the M-16 and the Ingram gun. We parachute in. We parachute out. Death from above we're screaming now. Strength and muscle and jungle work. Strength and muscle and jungle work.

Limitations

Frustrated

By

The

Limitations

Of

My

Mind

Connecting

Lines

Miss

Spelling

Words

One

Thousand

Pages

Of

Nonsense

Will

Not

Fill

A

Bucket

Or

Anything

Else

With

Holes

Consequences, Observations, and Rewards

Slipping down a ramp at the ASU basketball arena almost into the crotch of a cop Watching a cop pull a bag of weed out of Richard's shirt pocket at the Coliseum Trying not to get arrested Smoking dope in the bathroom Smoking dope in the parking lot Smoking dope in the lobby Smoking dope every chance we got Standing seven rows in tripping watching Prince play the guitar like nobody's business and then some Seeing a hooker up close for the first time on the corner of Thirty-Second Street and Van Buren Hitchhiking from New River to Mesa with Brown Deer and Pete Sleeping in a half-finished house after seeing Ian Hunter and Mick Ronson blow the roof off the sky at the Mesa Amphitheater Watching Johnny almost get squished waiting in line to see Kiss Waiting two and a half hours in the parking lot of the Mason Jar talking to a Major about Apocalypse Now Knowing the chances of getting a ride at two AM are pretty slim Sticking my thumb out anyway Freezing my ass off Richard saying how can it be lucky to lose all your weed before the show even starts A lot of walking down dirt roads to get there

Television

Trans motion

Somewhere
In Ohio

I think

A hitchhiker trips

Falls
One hundred miles

Stop
Or
Go
On

Cleveland
Maybe
Detroit

Snow
Falls

A thousand mile circle
Of cold

Windshield wipers
Don't
Work

Out of smoke
No signal to send

One more for the road
Or just another fork

If
I
Would
I
Could

Stop
Or
Go
On

Trans motion


Shut down the line
Kiss the clown
Feed the chain
Stick the ball

I don't know
Where I'm bound
Where I been
I think I found

Shut down the line
Kiss the clown
Feed the chain
Stick the ball


I got nothing but a pocket full of nothing and I haven't seen you in a real long time
When the shit hit the fan I was ducking in a ditch and thinking this is not what I signed up for
I was wondering where you went when I saw you dancing with an arch enemy of mine

I have spent a lifetime reading
Just about anything that crossed my path

Therefore

I can't buy what you are selling baby
I would almost like to

but

I just can't
See the picture
You are trying too hard to paint

interrupting your regularly scheduled programming

we report this...

first off I have no business posting here

I just clean things up and toss in a pic every now and again

the artist is busy (HA) turning these pieces into songs

and considering turning them into videos

yeah - we'll see when and if that happens

he hasn't even opened up and turned on his new camera

anyways, someone has to keep this going because

after all 

it is worth reading

right?

and if there's music and video added?

that can't be anything better than what?  better?

stay tuned