Through the dark
glassily
in a neighborhood where
loneliness is but a salt
shaker of dreams
in a port of stormy
maggots
leaning toward the light
toward heaven and its
prospects
prospecting for streets
of gold
to its holiest depths
when what is hell
is growing old
kicked to the curb
out in some suburb
of grease and candlelight
making the best of
one's shittiest days
where you wear
your scars on the inside
for all to see as something
that seems to be something
else
that seems to be something
else
that may not be what you think it
is
are you mental
too sentimental
it's elemental
to the essential meaning
of nothing
take the train to nowhere
where thinking invites pain
visions of a country lane
two sides of the same
coin
in a Buddhist trance
and I just want to see you
without any pants
and we can prance
into a frenzied night
from here to eternity
if you'll only
Be My Baby
be my baby now--a oww
oh whoah oh oh oh...
"I'll make you happy baby.
ReplyDeleteJust wait and see.
For every kiss you give me,
I'll give you three."
I heart that song...
"in a neighborhood where
loneliness is but a salt
shaker of dreams"
this has me pondering...
"in a Buddhist trance
and I just want to see you
without any pants"
and this is hilariously brilliant.
I wonder if the Buddhists would care you are linking pantlessness with their trances.
EVELYN,
ReplyDeleteWow...you know my favorite song! Cool. And when you're in a trance--who cares about pants?
without any pants was the electric line here.
ReplyDeleteenjoyed it.
see? even Ed agrees about the pants line...
ReplyDeletenudity sells.
Oh when Timoteo writes a poem, he really makes it worth it! I loved the play of words, also really dug the salt shaker of dreams.......the trance and pants issue? Hilarious. And then the oh baby yowl at the end - too perfect. SO witty!
ReplyDeleteLovely romp-- just the right somewhat dissipated, hungry tone-- loved this--and we can prance
ReplyDeleteinto a frenzied night
from here to eternity--
or not, yes?
xxxj
This was fun, in a dark and pantless sort of way, and I liked it a lot!
ReplyDeleteWhat a trip! I was depressed for a minute there, then BAM we were dancing in the streets & having a block party. Love it!
ReplyDeleteAnd then there's this: http://charleslmashburn.wordpress.com/2011/09/04/blood-on-the-moon-2/
This is so wonderful. Dancing in the streets and block parties. At first seemed sad love the way your turned it around
ReplyDeletehttp://gatelesspassage.com/2011/09/04/haggle-baggily/
visual and live imagery.
ReplyDeleteanother fabulous treat.
Thanks for linking.
Vividly written. Brilliant.
ReplyDeleteHere is my entry:
http://jackedwardspoetry.blogspot.com/2011/09/brothers.html#comments
Cool rhymes, this read like a song :)
ReplyDeleteHappy gooseberry day!!
http://lynnaima.wordpress.com/2011/09/02/the-dream-where-you-at/
ED,
ReplyDeleteThanks for visiting. Think of how more interesting Shakespeare would have been if he had said: "To wear pants, or not to wear pants."
JEN,
Like your description...dissipated and hungry--yeah, that's me!
MYSTIC MOM,
I like to explore the dark and pantless underbelly of society.
MARBLES,
Thanks for your input. No reason poetry can't turn, just like life, eh?
ANN,
Great to hear from you!
MORNING,
You are someone I enjoy greeting each day...
JACK EDWARDS,
Good to see you.
MEHLYNN,
Okay, gonna check you out!
Loved the transition from Buddhist trance to without any pants.
ReplyDeletevery beautiful humor in it.
ReplyDeletethe art image is smiling.
Well, any port in a maggot storm! I too like the salt shaker bit. You have a lot of very clever word play going on here...and lots to think about before I start taking off my pants. Thanks for you kind comments on my blog as well. Been travelling lately, so spotty internet, or I would have responded sooner. cheers.
ReplyDelete*stormy maggots* whew!
ReplyDeletefun, and fun, and fun
It's obvious you let this one take you where it willed--right down to solving the angst of age by having someone remove their pants. Guys are so predictable. :P
ReplyDeleteSeriously, you made some excellent points in this one, not the least the one about the scars. Good writing, Tim.
Prancing without pants, add in a few rants and that be quite fun, unless out in the sun. Then things might burn and that would sting a tad.
ReplyDeletenaked prancing really should be a professional sport...if not a religeon on its own...scars on the outside...nice...and lifes shit never gets deep enough to drown...
ReplyDeletethis is so twisted I just love it! And "salt shaker of dreams" is a fabulous line!
ReplyDeleteBUBBA,
ReplyDeleteWith either one you're probably in an altered state :)
CELLO STRINGS,
Thanks, I love the way you play.
OTHER MARY,
I hope you get that thinking done so we can progress to the next phase!
BARBARA,
Maybe I was thinking of that song, "Stormy Maggot Blues."
HEDGEWITCH,
Thanks. Guys need to be predictable to compensate for the girls being unpredictable :)
PAT HATT,
Join us now without any togs
'cause this is a pants optional blog
BRIAN,
If we go pro, it needs to be a coed league ;)
IBLOGMORE,
It may be that I'm twisted from playing too much Twister.
some great lines here....:)
ReplyDeleteif you wrote about board games or i ching - the american civil war or chinas economy - i think it would be great to read - i hear your voice thru the words (if that makes any sense)
ReplyDeleteyoursense of humour reminds me of when i had one - i would lol now if i wasnt so bitter - lol - cynic
loved withot pants lol hate the maggots was the a fig leaf about or was it shameless nudity lol great blog tim xxjen
ReplyDeleteHi, Rob Kistner here. This is a piece well written, engaging – good work… mine is here: http://www.image-verse.com/clown
ReplyDeleteto be clear, i enjoyed the ride from experienced insight to breaking out in song very much. terrific read.
ReplyDeletehi tim just called back to read it again and hopefully type a bit better lol xxjen
ReplyDeleteJENNY,
ReplyDeleteI find that shameless nudity is good, but there's something to be said for shameful nudity as well ;)
AYALA, AARON, ROB, ED:
Comments much appreciated.