Leg's of Tired Steel-The End of Polish Cabbage

Turkish Dreams, oh To be a street car in Paris
On a cool winter night, sipping coffee in some familiar cafe,
on the table is your notepad and pen, a pack of ciggarettes with a zippo
and a small white cup and saucer with colombian pep steaming out
there is a bell on the door, most of the folks who come in you know
it feels just like home!
Don't you just wish there would be a velvet couch in one corner of this cafe
purple.yes the couch will be purple and wrap around with ivy in black stoneware pots
on either side.
"would you like a smoke"
" Ah sit here with me, we can order beers and smoke and talk of old times"
"It has been a long time my friends"
.....................................

My Eyes Hurt Like Fire

OH Almighty Darned Socks of Yeomen Birth
How hath though learned culture
left thee devoid of the finer parts of life
Love, and spices,
A fine wine that has cast it's spell over you
aroma of roses
fresh garden greens
spring rains

Next Day Anxiety?/Murder she wrote?

Do you like my new techno,
These mass amusings of spite
Give a man the power and he turns from friend to foe
maybe not you, but some.
I've seen it inside me before.
Can I not be truthful of a human thing
ha
to much truth is the death of some
I blame television,
no not the machine, Hollywood
a fake arsehole on our western shore.
lined up trophy wives and husbands
lie through their teeth
gangranous fools
if it smells like cheese cut it off
"The Object of War is not to die for one's country, it's to make some other poor bastard die for his!" General George Patton.

hip deep in the steep

she busted me out of jail
today we sit and stood in
the glade of strangers
last time, next to the arm tatood with boobies aside his man-boy
tatooed in poop and f**got hate or something
this morning the woman groping back and forth to keep her eyes open
f**ked up on life
and mabye a little of her husband
stood for the recess
her big wobbly blood stained ass
soaked a smear across the court pew
she slid over to let us in under judges orders
too stoned on death to feel herself
blotted on my wallet pocket
reflexing my throat and eyes
her eyes rolling around the battered wives and DUI
"yes i paid my fines, certianly your honor, stayed out of trouble''
''yes your office is only filled with impoverished maniacs"
to get in the door you just take
your belt off and the lighter out of your pocket
then they flood your brain with mensis
thanks sam
i love you
and this pink flask

You old Yardbird

Trout,
Cheese
Wine
Scotch
Crackers
Beer
Smokes
Blankets
Sleep

Grand Pooba Headache

My freaking mind is spent,
aches and bruises cover my cranial surface.
Ouch...Darn...
I now have retreated to my domicile .
Shower and Regroup I say..
Never give in, we all shout..
I burn on the inside with color in a colorless place
well not exactly colorless, but it is frowned upon.
I am the Springbock who is kept inside, without sun or grass.
do you expect me to stay in while the door is open.
foolish if you do think, for I will run and leap into freedom
give me the chance and I will do this for you,,my young doe waits for me
I can smell her many pastures away.. she can smell me
don't worry my sweet doe, I am not far.
P

Austria

I remember the Disney movie "The Sound Of Music" from when I was a kid, the movie was alright. But what really sold me was the bucolic atmosphere of the Alps
Vivid greens surrounded by snow covered peaks.
When I think of Europe I think of that, blond haired beauties, cow's with bells, and sweet alpine valley's.
Somewhere other than here,
somewhere with you
maybe a trip down the road
or staying at home
something to do because I would rather be with you
I love you Virginia Clare Allen.
Patrick M. Allen