Gravel and Dust December Poems by Klaus J. Gerken gravel and dust I was walking down a road no one to help me carry my load a cripple crawled and gave me rust he said welcome to gravel and dust there's gotta be something more to this the deeper the shadow the shallower the kiss i cannot forsake you i have to repent with gravel and dust my life must be spent I see a long shadow I see a long road I'm walking away from a sun that is old a woman said hi there do you need a cast i said no thank you just gravel and dust there's gotta be something more to this the deeper the shadow the shallower the kiss i cannot forsake you i have to repent with gravel and dust my life must be spent thunder and lightning the horizon grown dark time to get noah to build a new ark i seem to remember or was it lust whatever it was turned to gravel and dust there's gotta be something more to this the deeper the shadow the shallower the kiss i cannot forsake you i have to repent with gravel and dust my life must be spent now i ain't getting angry i can't be that way wherever this takes me will be a new day i have to continue and do what i must collect a new future in gravel and dust there's gotta be something more to this the deeper the shadow the shallower the kiss i cannot forsake you i have to repent with gravel and dust my life must be spent kjg 320pm 1 Dec 2013 * the dark streets of ottawa i was taking one of my summer walks in the morning before the sun came up the streets were still quiet and very few people were out in fact i was the only one ottawa kinda shuts down being a government town at night now the suburbs are a different story but we'll stay away from that for now no need to stirr the dust on a quiet night as i said ottawa kinda shuts down when the government goes home except for a few corner stores some bars it's positively deserted now ottawa is not a small town by any means it just doesn't stay up after hours they say it's a conservative city and looking around at the way this city is managed (even by the liberals) the disease of conservatism is rife and an ever growing fungus on the detriment of things well it was around three a.m. when i wandered off the beaten track and got into some of the shall we say dark and steamy areas the shadow places drug dealers pimps and whores if you need to know i wouldn't advise going there with a $500 dollar camera hanging round your neck but i like to take night photos of dark deserted streets so i chanced the obvious anyway i was walking along minding my own busines when this woman walks up to me out of the darkness and asks if I had some change she was hungry she said so dug in my pockets and came up with a few tonies least I could do she looked hungry and didn't come on to me she said thanks and walked on down the street disappearing around the corner I thought oh well she'll just spend it to buy drugs and went on my way int ever darker streets where I sought photos of darkness and mystery should have taken a photo of her i thought oh well too late now never see her again anyway after an hour or so and almost getting lost i thought gee it's getting cold and the sun is slowly rising in the east yellow streaks across a dark blue sky so i turned back and walked the path i came when i got to where the 7/11 was i saw her coming out with small bag of groceries didn't spend it on drugs i see i said that's good a girl has got to eat she said and we walked down the street together you live around here i asked making small conversation yes just over there want to come back to my place i don't think so i said oh come on she said i owe you something for the food i have to get back home i said i really did oh come on she took me by the hand we have to go round the back though i haven't got a key i was getting nervous now after all i had that five hundred dollar camera i don't need it stolen in some dark alley all we have to do she said is climb through a basement window and go through this guy's apartment and we'll be there he won't even wake up if we're quiet no i really don't think i'm up to that and slipped out of her grip maybe another time and walked away breathing a sigh of relief the dark streets of ottawa hold a lot of memories for me and this was one just thought you'd like to know. kjg 1029pm 2 dec 2013 * Don't Give Up! (Song) you don't give up when you're feeling low you don't give up when you're out of dough you don't give up when it's getting dark you don't give up when the werewolves bark you don't give up o don't give up there's little left if you give up you don't give up when the sailboat sinks you don't give up when the girls don't wink you don't give up when the clouds bring hail you don't give up when the bread grows stale you don't give up o don't give up there's little left if you give up you don't give up when the bars are closed you don't give up when a cold wind blows you don't give up when there is a drought you don't give up when the lights go out you don't give up o don't give up there's little left if you give up you don't give up when the roses wilt you don't give up when the level tilts you don't give up when the winter's cold you don't give up throw away the mold you don't give up o don't give up there's little left if you give up you don't give up when they bully you you don't give up when there's much to do you don't give up till you're satisfied you don't give up till you really tried you don't give up o don't give up there's little left if you give up don't give up till the harvest's in don't give up just begin again life's a circle of surprise each new moment makes us wise you don't give up o don't give up there's little left if you give up kjg 252am 1 Dec 2013 * kick dust! you don't just stay down when you fall you get back up and kick dust kjg 1032pm 2 dec 2013 * there's a chill in the air it's quite debonaire the moon's waning crescent is merely an indent to doors we can open if we want to explore them from one to the other dimension-hood brother one singularity in solidarity with all life wherever it gathers forever. kjg 636am 3 Dec 2013 * Drinkin' Blues Thinkin' I should be drinkin' again My head's a fuckin' jackhammer The apartment is cold and I'm gettin' old And I'm crazy tonight for a whammer The TV is off but I keep the sound clear Everything sounds like a hammer It's an icebox in here where is the beer If I'm drunk it won't really matter Oh yeah Bring on the Golden Gate Bridge I'll jump then I'll fly a wish is a wish is a wish Thinkin' I should be drinkin' again This slobbering fool's a disaster I wish I had smokes but then I don't smoke And nothing get's easier faster I'm writin' this song just a bit to stay warm But there's nothing to show me the after My tinnitus flings a wonderful storm I can't hear the street from the rafters Oh yeah Bring on the Golden Gate Bridge I'll jump then I'll fly a wish is a wish is a wish Thinkin' I should be drinkin' again I reach for the moon in the winter This fool's not ashamed to take the full blame Li Po is my dutiful master I have no guitar the tune's in my head So listen without any bias Now I have to go on and finish I'm dead At least I won't end up too pious Oh yeah Bring on the Golden Gate Bridge I'll jump then I'll fly a wish is a wish is a wish Thinkin' I should be drinkin' again My head's a fuckin' jackhammer The apartment is cold and I'm gettin' old And I'm crazy tonight for a whammer The TV is off but I keep the sound clear Everything sounds like a hammer It's an icebox in here where is the beer If I'm drunk it won't really matter Oh yeah Bring on the Golden Gate Bridge I'll jump then I'll fly a wish is a wish is a wish kjg 449am 4 dec 2013 * The Hounds of Hell I'm sick of these walls I'm sick of these halls I'm sick of the rotten tomatoes There's nothing to do 'Cept watch stupid news And gather destructive tornadoes Yeah yeah ring the bell The Hounds of Hell Do quite well The calm before storm Makes us feel so warm When an iceberg is sure to follow Is it part of the norm Or something so torn That we cannot compete for tomorrow Yeah yeah ring the bell The Hounds of Hell Do quite well The government sucks It's all outta luck There's nothing to do but to rebel But before we do that We must elect a new nut To lead us into a new dry well Yeah yeah ring the bell The Hounds of Hell Do quite well There's a plastic solution To a green institution Whose pockets are lined with our silver So hide your gold It's perfectly bold To be quite out of luck and a pauper Yeah yeah ring the bell The Hounds of Hell Do quite well I'm sick of these walls I'm sick of these halls I'm sick of the rotten tomatoes There's nothing to do 'Cept watch stupid news And gather destructive tornadoes Yeah yeah ring the bell The Hounds of Hell Do quite well (Repeat chorus ad nauseum until fade) kjg 907am 4 dec 2013 * Ballad She pretended no solution She partook in no ablution She was simple as could be Black magic was her lover It carried her to Dover On wings of sheer delight She understood no favours She had so many saviours Who bowed before her eyes If you gave her a green apple She gave quite a chuckle And cut it with a sword There was nothing in her structure That wasn't perfect valour She was Jan of Arc for sure Her eyes were hollow shadows Her sculpted mouth so hollow In the comfort of her lies There was nothing in her structure That wasn't perfect valour She was Jan of Arc for sure Her gown flowed all too freely In the Persia of her alley She danced through every night Her servants worshipped iron While her gold was worth to spy on Where the roses bled their thorns She was happy with her husband No one ever could stand But to her he was a god She was widowed in the market One morning when a lark hit The windshield of their Porshe Life goes on I gather Whatever is the fodder We slop up as the norm kjg 935am 4 dec 2013 * Blanket Don't give me nothin' I won't take what you got There's a frenzy out there' To fill a big pot And we don't even know it Coerced into lies The truth is forgotten Just waiting to die I don't deny good work It's out there somewhere Just don't try to save me I ain't into your dare Just leave me alone To live my own life I don't need your prayer I don't need you knife kjg 317pm 4 dec 2013 * Sidewalk Encounter She had more perfume on than clothes; She was a sweet December rose. kjg 337pm 4 dec 2013 * I prefer silence to the clamour of noise But sometimes noise is better A few years ago I took all the painting off the walls Because the kittens were scratching them Time to put them back At almost 4 they've long settled down Perhaps crank up the CD player (The cats destryed the record player And I have no sound card in this computer Only the laptop and that's ruined) And listen to some Beethoven Mahler Korngold Die Tote Stadt Maybe just some good old rock and roll * Rust There is rust on the gavel and rust in my mind I'm older than older And can be unkind So don't mess with junior His cane is a sword He likes to draw water From the side of the lord. kjg 502am 7 dec 2013 * Care and Ego It's the small things that matter A nod of approval or A helping hand when you're down The grand schemes are money They don't care about you They stroke a great ego Like Pharaoh's tomb kjg 1011 7 dec 2013 * Rose Why so defensive, rose, With your terrible beauty? They will pluck you anyway -- After all, it is man's duty! How do your thorns protect you? Why did you develop armour? For surely before mankind arrived There was no certain death called amour? The seasons came and spun their course Beneath the firmament of reason Yet you developed thorns, o rose! Your thorns became your treason! kjg 1054pm 7 dec 2013 * Creation What if the universe is a womb and we are the particles who would not notice gone before we even exist! kjg 1141pm 9 dec 2013 * Frozen Corpses Live Longer I hear The last thing one want to be is cold. Cold in the apartment that should comfort you. But not here. Here they keep the heat at minimum Out of spite. After two years of jackhammer construction We now endure the indignity of cold. My desk feels Like a block of ice and the bedroom's too cold To sleep in so I only get a few hours sleep at a time. I wrap myself in blankets and hope for the sun During the day to warm things up. As a solution They covered the windows with plastic! In a place I Pay good money to keep me warm and comfortable! What a crock. For 23 years not one complaint! I even Had to turn the heat down in winter! Now I'm in an icebox And the owners don't give a damn in their warm office! kjg 824am 10 dec 2013 * Freedom for PW A tree grows in your eye An eye grows in the tree A vision doth appear In perpetuity! A bird nests in the tree An egg becomes your eye It hatches chirps and catches The wind to fly into the sky! The vision on the wind Perpetuates a beauty Few will comprehend... The tree grows old and wilts The eye grows dim and blind... Wisdom follows duty! kjg 153am 12 dec 2013 * Looking forward to day 25. Day 24 was hell. When reason escapes you and invincibility destroys you the swift sword of destiny cuts a ragged path through history tars and feathers pillar bounds you shameful in the city square but it's past the hour of beckoning and you really no longer can care anymore even the present is a distant memory like a rabid hound you ravage the countryside reckoning desire by thirst to escape the bounds it's something you didn't want but ah it's something you flee forever that clings! kjg 1133pm 12 dec 2013 * I have no more heart give nor mind to offer In the caverns where I dwell I proffer No sulution to the darkness of the day Where madness rots the night away! The eyes see only wilderness before The hour closes every foolish door That leads to our salvation or defeat Before the armies we dare not defeat! Harken clouds of dust on the horizon Open the gates and sing orizon Gather there with open arms and gifts to meet The conqueror -- ourselves we seek -- To posure like the sacrificial weak, To honour those we chose to greet! kjg 437am 13 dec 2013 * hope stripped bare It's already dawn before the evening creeps into the ragged reaches of a night without sleep It's tough to follow where no steps lead past the confides of the castle's keep to look across the white expanse of snow drift seas past the horizon where the sanctuary prepares ease and nurtures warmth by hearth of comfort through the darkness of a night not conquered I am ragged weary like a drunken beggar surrounded by the corpses of the dying embers slow to argue where the argument surrenders to the weariness of shadow figures etherial the phantoms of the howling moon beneath you are too small to touch it soon! kjg 1006am 15 dec 2013 * Longing for home The exhausted vision of reality has no harbour of conviviality. kjg 1010am 15 dec 2013 * waking exhausted and lean i am but a dream i cannot redeem! kjg 1047am 15 dec 2013 * wasted the night's getting darker i can't see the sky the pavement gets harder the more i deny my heart pounds so empty no solace is near i live in the silence of one salty tear far be it for me to say that things are getting worse i shuffle down the empty street no place to rest my head they'll find me one cold winter night frozen in the snow "How sad" they say "another of the wasted dead" it's cold and it's lonely i make my own path through dark resurrection that's only a draft of some old religion that never made sense frozen in time we build a new fence far be it for me to say that things are getting worse i shuffle down the empty street no place to rest my head they'll find me one cold winter night frozen in the snow "How sad" they say "another of the wasted dead" i truly belive that you do it alone no one will help you find that lost home the say there's light at the end of the tunnel to a man going blind that just means more struggle far be it for me to say that things are getting worse i shuffle down the empty street no place to rest my head they'll find me one cold winter night frozen in the snow "How sad" they say "another of the wasted dead" kjg 145am/319am 16 dec 2013 * A Pre-Christmas Carol God looked at Adam "Take a long walk" God and the Devil then had a good talk But couldn't decide on how to proceed So God got the dice and they smoked some good weed "Oh man," God said "let's roll another joint" And the dice rolled freely just to make a point Then they both went to Vegas and planned the next step What to do with Adam and not look inept The Devil said "tempt him, I need to start soon To build my own empire and reach for the moon" "Hold on" God cautioned "what am I gonna do It's not that I created the world just for you" They decided a good woman would make a good man So God cracked a rib and formed a wo-man "Something's still lacking" he Devil bemused "Adam's too happy I need a good ruse" So he conned a serpent (who in those days had legs) To climb an old tree and lay a few eggs 'All very fine" God slapped Satan's back "But that tree is off-limits and can't be hacked" "Leave it to me" the old fella smiled "I got an idea for that man to run wild" "Get me an apple and hang it where Eve Can pluck it as easy as an old yellow leaf" So God made it happen and Eve did the rest That's how the beginning of mankind was blessed God then exiled them both into hell Where child birth was painful and the Devil did well "You owe me big" God said to the light "Just wait for Jesus, I'll make it all right" So God and the Devil had a good laugh "I'll hold you to it, I do love this stuff!" kjg 322am 19 dec 2013 * Administrative Song I'm full I'm really full I'm full I'm very full I'm full I'm glad I'm full I'm full So full of it I'm full So very full I'm full You love me when I'm full So full So full of bull So full I love me full of bull So very very full Let's dance because I'm full So full of it so full I'm happy to be full Let's all be very full So full of it so full Of it of all the bull Shit we couldn't pull Out of a hat so full So genuinely full Of it so very full We're really on a roll Because we're all so very full Genuinely full And really on a roll They love us when we're full Be happy that we're full Of it so very full So very very full Of bull of bull of bull Burp! kjg 344am 19 Dec 2013 * Mutability Each breath we breathe Comes from a leaf: If I kill them Why should they care for me? Nature's changes Command respect; Each cycle interrupted Makes a darker bed! kjg 353am 19 Dec 2013 * Night Thoughts Lost! I grant you, but found is so much better! The wind howls in the cranky weather! The shed door creaks! And slams and slams! The cattle restless and the mice crawl, cram Into the woodwork. Ugly night, mutable And rumbling in the black beyond Where imagination tries to reach but fails In the adventure. We are wrong To think we know it all within the fall Of mankind's suffering - but what we call Suffering is little more than fear - of the Unknown! How ignorance has grown Amassing "knowledge" -- facts! Knowledge Is the proper use of facts. No blueprint stacks The odds against the dice. The mice gnaw At he rotting timber and the cattle are not limber Enough to give milk. Lost! I grant you, lost! Would found be even better! Yet the dark path Will not end, and the storm blows our minds hollow! We wait for morning. Wait for long shadows. We Repair the fences and add the expenses To the lost regains. Commence, the morning Will appear and shadow box our greatest fears. Still lost! O Lost. But found is so much better! kjg 424am 1 Dec 2013 * Going Over Yonder Going over yonder Where the sun will always shine And balmy breezes take us To a belly full of wine I ain't a slave to fancy I ain't a fancy man I take life as I get it And do the best I can So shake me o just take me There's no limit to my realm Satisfied with what I got I am the man I am Going over yonder Where the eagle soars on high To a land of wild-eyed beauty And the truth ain't just a lie I ain't a slave to fancy I ain't a fancy man I take life as I get it And do the best I can So shake me o just take me There's no limit to my realm Satisfied with what I got I am the man I am Going over yonder Towards the rising sun The farther from the world I get The better off I am I ain't a slave to fancy I ain't a fancy man I take life as I get it And do the best I can So shake me o just take me There's no limit to my realm Satisfied with what I got I am the man I am kjg 143pm 19 dec 2013 * Shout! The voice of survival Is always a cry, Never a whimper! kjg 757pm 19 dec 2013 * Echo Shout resplendent, Even in the wilderness; Even if no one hears you, You will have heard yourself! kjg 8pm 19 dc 2013 * Dare you! Bravado is the bully's way of Announcing his inferiority! kjg 815pm 19 dec 2013 * 'Twas The Night before Christmas 'Twas the night before Christmas and all through the house, Not a creature was stirring, not even old Klaus. The cats were all napping like the troopers they are, Snug in their cradles beneath the cold stars. The TV was channeled to TCM oldies Of Christmas and holiday much beloved movies. The turkey was roasting in the bellicose oven The scent filled the room like a warmly baked muffin. A small tree was propped on the chaotic book shelf An old horse and Frosty and a stuffed reindeer elf Made the spare decoration almost complete, The only thing missing was a comfortable seat. Old Klaus yawned and mumbled and spoke to himself, As if there were shadows that answered at twelve. The evening was mellow, a dream in a slumber; The night was unfolding like a marvellous wonder. Klaus braised the turkey and it crackled and popped, The cat ears attentive, wondered "What's up?" They slowly came crawling, cautious of course To peek at the kitchen and determine the source. Their nostrils twitched and tweaked through the air, "This is definitely good, so good it's not fair!" They looked at each other and couldn't begin To imagine what culinary heaven they were in. So they plotted behind Klaus's old back, To get their fair portion from the table alack! Jazzie surveyed the landscape and found The tablecloth easy to pull to the ground. Isidore said "it's better to jump on the table and steal A morsel and run...he'll never find us I feel..." But Bruno the elder just shook his long whiskers "He won't forget us, rest assured," he whispered. "Just go back to sleep we'll eat when it's ready Let him do the work, it doesn't look pretty!" So they went back to sleep and Klaus tended kitchen All's well in the household tonight -- at least no one's bitchin'. kjg 423pm 24 dec 2013 * The Future An hollow empty incertitude Haunts my mind like the crumbling wall Of some long forgotten Pharaoh's tomb. It's brilliant colours steeped in darkness Through time's immemorial passage, Only to be discovered long after the grave was robbed. Still alive, I hold the gate open to the gods of my demise. I see their eyes staring intently: come hither, they beckon. I falter in my obeisance; hide my face and stumble like a wounded stag into the grave of my oblivion. The gods will eat my corpse and that is it for what I have achieved, crowned glory in the dust of my deliverance! kjg 136am 25 Dec 2013 * Crap A chill drags slowly through the frozen town; A chill of darkness, death and Jesus' crown, Resplendent as the quarter moon, above, Beyond, the vagrancies of hollow love: The footfall ever follows like an ark We cannot see within the massive dark. No warmth will follow us tonight. I mark This stone as one more grave. The stark Monuments give nothing to the living, yet We dream within the confides of our wet Allusion to a perfect realm, where on the right A saviour sits lording justice with his might. Do we bow, or stand, or cower, hard to tell With the devil just below, I he does quite well! kjg 210am 25 dec 2013 * The End I wander in the cloud dust I am the stuff of cloud dust I merge within the cloud dust I rise from the cloud dust I return to the cloud dust No saviour to secure my journey I forever roam the nether world The coud dust below my feet The cloud dust in my nostrils The cloud dust in my lungs Soon the cloud dust will envelop me Amd I will leave this hollow world To resume my hollow journey. kjg 244am 25 dec 2013 * A con as good as any A god I don't want A saviour I'd punt Over the moon Into a cartoon It's funny enough We need a good laugh But it's really too silly To think something's holy Just because it gives meaning To a dangerous feeling O shit a la marde How can it be hard To sit back and listen To someone's transgression Drink blood every day And eat flesh away Gnaw at the bones And presto you're home The prodigal son So long on the run Thou art forgiven Thou goest to heaven god likes them old losers can't get the true boozers they always see through the fisherman's shoe So let me suggest (Given the jest) We stop the rhetoric The raging heroics and say to our neighbour god doesn't much matter he's up there in heaven with fine silk and linen while toil the dirt and wait for dessert if that's not a killer I'll wait for the filler! kjg 312am 25 dec 2013 * Do it! I spent my life hiding I ain't gonna hide no more If you can't win a battle You ain't gonna win no war. kjg 507am 25 dec 2013 * Charity comes once a year (The Magi said so!) I love the spirit of Christmas I really do I used to celibrate it every day Until the church told me not to! kjg 513am 25 dec 2013 * Eucharist Since I am not a Christian, I don't quite understand, This fascination with eating someone's body And drinking someone's blood. I wish they would explain it -- it seems quite odd to me -- But I am not a Christian And will never pay that fee! kjg 631am 25 dec 2013 * Study reports that divorces jump by 20% over christmas We wish you a merry xmas We wish you a merry xmas We wish you a merry xmas and may the lawyers agree. kjg 639am 25 dec 2013 Now pay me my alimony, Just pay me my alimony, Gimme my alimony, Or I'll garnishee... Lucile Barker 25 Dec 2013 * Dust What have I learened on my orbits around the sun? What deliverance has brought me closer to the wisdon so often sought but never realized? What passion has played itself out on the hill Where the vultures wait for the corpses to pile Into to festering mounds to show me the way? The sky is a blistering sunrise on a crimson horizon. Rise Horus! While Osiris waits in the west! I have read that Tibetan monks will sleep for years with rotting corpses to gain a revultion for life. It seems to me that should instill a hunger for life not death, but oblivion's demons stalk even gods wasted in the persuit of the glories only realized through cold tombs that remain as tourist attractions! kjg 439 - 517 26 dec 13 * Damage When self pity rocks ya You end up a disasta You may write good poetry But it's ends up hard as pasta. Complain if you must But don't tarnish the words Poetry's a journey Not a journal of curds. kjg 416am 27 dec 2013 * Wake-up Call when the mornin' comes a-shoutin' like an avalanche down mountains rumble rumble with the fumble there's a path through any jungle even silence is a plea deal choosing what is never ideal there's a warning in the signal when the dust shakes from the lintel neither angel or diversion will intervene with god's incursion that's why mary is the mother and james was jesus' brother and the kiss was not symbolic twins are harder to distinguish in the light of the bucolic if you want them both extinguish there are lies and there is falsehood there are razor-blades and mud boots sometimes you just have to take it if the effort is to fake it seems a simple rolling under of the lightning and the thunder hold on tight as we go under tear the dormant dreams asunder i have nothing left to offer here's the song that it might proffer when an avalanche comes shouting time to get down off the mountain bring the tablets build a temple here's a tabernacle sample i don't need no god to trample me in my endeavours god can stay where he has ample whoreshippers i have none i last forever within me that is my mantra no one understands that better than the guy who holds the letter undelivered to old santa be content the morning after does not last and then the laughter will forsake us ever after be content it ain't disaster the morning is a blast man toke some heavy grass man the dali lama'll bless you bow to those who ask you not to those who demand it how can they all stand it perhaps tomorrow's false solution will provide absolution the rich will go to heaven and the poor will get the bacon keep them building tombs and temples that's enough...provide a sample what they miss if they disgruntled revolt upon the mantle shields them from the understudy of the god they love intensely he can do no wrong of course not starving children wars and what not god is merciful my sickness is my own fault my mind's thickness pray to jesus' mother virgin mary she's the head of all by proxy the mother of god has moxy not to say that god is foxy foxy lady you are isis always there to council crisis i will bow down to the hopeless the dopefull and the dopeless oh christ the morning after has come with so much laughter give me one for the survival give me two for the arrival then give me three for golden thrones that line the toilette wash your bum and then they oil it something sobre to consider no one wants to get a splinter have a good one glad it's over suggest you next time just take cover! kjg 556am 27 dec 2013 * premonition in the morning in the evening in the sunny afternoon there's a feeling something's dealing and will impact very soon in the hightened apprehention no one knows what's going on there's a lot of speculation but no facts to give a damn oh yeah move on nothing can be done there's no better place than here if you got go and run (repeat and fade out). kjg 650pm 27 dec 2013 * dumb drum i raise my hat to modern stuff and ipod in every coffee pot a wide screen TV in the shed and an iphone where the cows have fled there is something i admit to be wired (just a bit) implants duly noted no one should be bloated what's fantastic I expect would be something circumspect be it tablets or those pills that escape our many ills just a game is what we need a puff of atom in the deed! kjg 617am 28 dec 2013 * I took a step backwards, But I'm OK; Tomorrow I'll take two steps foreward And continue on my way! kjg 1247pm 28 dec 2013 * I'ma raging madman come to call Upon yur threshold once for all Don't deny me I'll be cak 23pm * Just something as simple as a tummy rub or a head scratch satisfy my cats; why can't my life be as simple as that? And if you say because I'm human that's a true fallacy to be happy and free! kjg 1217am 29 dec 2013 * If I were a christian i'd be a cathar; but i'm not a christian, so i don't drive that car! kjg 1235am 29 dec 2013 * Someone made a comment That it was creepy that I post So many pictures of my cats! I think it's funny that someone Would even think to make a comment like that! kjg 633am 29 dec 2013 * Hungry song I'm spellbound in your alley I didn't get too far You undertaker boyfriends Ravaged every star They sought the big solution They were frozen in retreat Could you give them something Very hot to eat I retreated to a corner In a bakery of sorts They had a lovely oven And played all kinds of sport I was told to keep my distance But you were a velvet oar I used to transverse the Ganges And find a better shore It was hard for me to manage The desert was a curse Even Jesus had me laughing For the better or the worse There was Satan with his chocolate Mocha in his hand He said "Two sins for the price of one You will understand" I shrugged and said "Oh really" And pointed to the sky But it was cloudy on that day And there was nothing left to try So i gathered up your garters And like a lover true Blue a kiss at something That wasn't even you. kjg 735am 19 dec 2013 * The mountain will always come to a dictator if there are enough corpses to build it. kjg 755am 29 dec 2013 * new year song purple sage all the rage ain't it fun to hold the sun orange truth purple youth plenty guessing with the messing what we have is what we save new computer buy a scooter cry an onion pop a bunion what is better than a letter post a saying not a praying nothing waltzes that's what strauss says get the meaning without leaning into nasty bad dry cleaning so we come to what we have to have a trippy new years nippy wake up healthy if not wealthy see you later in the future happy new year to you too dear! kjg 208pm 29 dec 2013 * 16 minutes to midnight Alone with gout And little sleep Not watching the celebrations on TV Just me and the emptiness of the apartment And of course my slumbering cats Bruno, Isidore and Jazzie I will make no resolutions I will continue to attempt to stop drinking If not completely at least less than I have done the past year It's not pretty but it's all I have And my poems That's about it See you in he new year k kjg 1148pm 31 Dec 2013 * All poems copyright (c) 2013 Klaus J. Gerken Published by Ygdrasil Press December 2013