I Have This Thing

I have this thing about Patti Smith
Her street punk poetry
With back alley images
And anger towards righteousness
Mixed down into a driving beat

I have this thing about Annie Lennox
Her rhythmic’s sweet dreams
From a thousand twisted beauties
Shrouded in powdered nudity
Layered through aural sound barriers

I have this thing about Joni Mitchell
Her paved yellow taxis
Over blue summer lawns
Chasing circle game coyotes
Courting sparks of jazz folk

I have this thing about Janis Joplin
Her whiskey scorched cries
Filled with pearls of pain
While balling social chains
Into wrenching sonic layers

I have this thing about Yoko Ono
Her belief their love
Would absorb the hate
Until her primal screams
Became a choir at Lennon’s tomb

 

Art Gomez 2009

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“I Have This Thing” © 2009 by Art Gomez

Open Your Nightwise Eye

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Do you ever look in the mirror and not know who you are?

 

 

Then shuffle this to your ear, upbeat of the backstreet.
Handgun this to your head, drugs in the club alley,
It’s hard, hardcore
Hard to the core of the heart, and I’m so cool

I make ice shiver! Yeah..  for a while

We goin’ up, nowhere but up, MDMA kinda up night, see
From the moment we cry, scream to the stars and back,
It comes back
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Ain’t gotta make sense, man, does your life make sense?

Only thing makin’ sense tonight is sound and the Tribe
Movin’ ta the vibe way down deep in the emptiness,
Empty love, empty faith
Music fills the space, breaks the fear, the pain

Sick dogs of doubt, dream angels, lost boys bayin’ at the Boom!

We sheddin’ our minds with a thousand other souls is us
Third eye openin’ in the bop, bop, jump,
Jumpin’ to da beat fillin’ our head
Our feet, yeah, fallin’ on our ass, oh yes– One Mind —

Fuck, I’m fallin’ all over myself and she ain’t impressed?

“Ok, yeah, are you sure you’re ok? Cool, I know,
Yeah, I gotta go too.”
Dawn risin’ over Manhattan, days ricochetin’
Like pinballs in a tough machine
Hard as a lonely night cold steel

Bright as a Kamikaze mind
Dark as an arrow shot into the cauldron of the sun.
Ain’t no stopping  us, it’s all written in stone one day, done deal.

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Grrrrrl Friday

The future never arrives on time
When it does
It’s not what I expect:
A walk in the park,
A punk grrrl
In pink Mohawk
Lifts her green skirt
Shows me some blue bush…

Runs off laughing, I laugh too.

I guess she wanted to shock me
Give me a thrill, I don’t know.
I walk on
To a dumbstruck bar and grill
Forcing back a confusion
I grin and think
It’s a fucked up world, but fun still

Yah Think?

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Rayn Roberts 2016